Lately I’ve taken to painting as a form of releasing grief. Some of my other preferred disciplines take too much patience, for the times I literally want to get my hands dirty and have something to look at right away. I’m not sure if I’m any good at painting or not- I certainly don’t know what I’m doing- but I enjoy it. I guess that’s all that matters. I’m currently attempting to work my way through visual representations of the different stages of grief. This is just to give me something to focus on, by the way. I don’t believe the “stages of grief” are really a thing. In fact, I think maybe when I’ve gone through painting something for all the different stages, I’ll paint something else that showcases how grief is really all the stages at once, over and over again, every day, for the rest of your life.
Ok, I’m just being dramatic now.
The top picture is Denial, and the bottom picture (which you can't tell by the photo, is gigantic) is Anger.