Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Friday, August 9, 2013
Let nature do its thing
I've changed the background color and added the tattoo and dialed in some other details. I've changed my thought process on this a bit. He was going to be tattooing and he still could've but I'm going to add some keys hanging from the tree to kind of go along with the subject of the tattoo. This wasn't the original tattoo I was intending to paint on but found this one and just had a little revelation as to the woodpecker could look like he was unlocking or picking the lock.
Ever evolving art. This happens with almost every piece in one way or another.
On a side note or kind of an update. I'm depressed.
I'd like to be here all happy, silly, sexed up and nude, but instead I'm depressed and I've been fighting this feeling of...." I can't feel this way" A sort of denial, I guess. But it is real and self destructive and I can't stop it. I feel heavy and tired and numb and just feel like each day that I'm lost. I've unfortunately been here before. This time it's been here for a while and I just didn't want to see it and have to face the facts that I'm here again.
I can put on the happy face and pretty much no one knows. I do that well. These last couple years have been intense for me. Maybe someone else could breeze through it unscathed, but it has taken me down to a low point. I think the worst part is that I "thought" I had come to a peaceful place within myself and was proud that I found that. Then the last year and a half happened and now I am treading water hoping I can grasp something to pull me out of this hole.
Labels:
art,
art in progress,
being human,
creativity,
depression,
grief,
ideas,
oil painting,
raw,
woodpecker tattooing
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
2:00 am is scary
I wake up periodically in the early morning hours with remembrances of walking(or rolling) into my moms hospital room just seconds after she had passed. I was by myself, she just lay there. The sheets pulled to her neck, head tilted slightly back with a tube in her mouth.Ohh my sweet mom ..........me saying what happened? what happened? Oh mommy.......laying onto her........Nurses and aides looking at me. All I can hear the nurse saying is that she was screaming and yelling for help................................The rest was just a blurr.
I'm so sorry I wasn't there to hold her hand. I'm so sorry she was scared. She was always there for me.......I wasn't there for her when she needed me. Ohhhhhh my gawd.
I can't even cry the way I need to. I lay there staring at the ceiling because I don't want to close my eyes. I go in the living room and bundle up and stare into the TV so I don't keep thinking about it.
2:00 am is fucking scary.
I'm so sorry I wasn't there to hold her hand. I'm so sorry she was scared. She was always there for me.......I wasn't there for her when she needed me. Ohhhhhh my gawd.
I can't even cry the way I need to. I lay there staring at the ceiling because I don't want to close my eyes. I go in the living room and bundle up and stare into the TV so I don't keep thinking about it.
2:00 am is fucking scary.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

