NOT FOR SALE
[4’x 5’] Acrylic on canvas. Red Oak wood frame.
I want to explain these movements and colors because they have a somber purpose. I had a terrible postpartum and I was so lost within depression, I couldn’t see colors. Literally. There’s so much I have to say about this, but I suffered postpartum quietly. It wasn’t a couple of months but a couple of years.
The only person who held my hand through it all was my husband. And because of this, nobody knew how lost in the sauce I was.
One day, my husband laid down some paints and told me to give it a spin. At this time, colors were still muted to me. But the more I painted, the more colors I started to see.
So painting made me see the world again when things got dark. Made me see the flow of the world and how beautiful chaos is inherently good. And sometimes, being still and observing the little things like shapes and the changing of colors is good for the soul.
And so, I think my husband understood this sea of blue was the most colorful one of all, and that his wife has come alive again with the magic of a paintbrush.
He is the reason why this painting cannot be sold.