Witness To Her Grief
Painting - Acrylic On Paper
Deep in the forest of Sainte-Baume he found her. Her clothes ripped by storm and wild animals, her hair matted and mangled as if to make a nest for the birds she loved so much. He watched her as she stumbled through the woods day after day, sometimes wailing, sometimes singing.
At sunset, something in her would awaken, as if she had been startled and brought back in an instant to the horror of her life. She would run wild through the woods, always finding her way to the same spot.
There, she would lay on the forest floor, begging to be subsumed into it. Night after night she returned to the spot, faithfully scattering flowers and pleading for forgiveness to the rock that reminded her so vividly of her Little Lion all that had been lost to time.
This painting was inspired by time at Sainte-Baume in Provence, France, in the Spring of 2016 and by all I know by heart.
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November 8th, 2019
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