ELEANOR BECOMING

And she’s FINISHED 🥳🎉
I started this painting 6 years ago after my Mum passed away. It was cathartic. And so needed.
But it always felt like unfinished business. Like it was never quite done. Maybe like the grief itself…
About two months ago I picked it back up and gave it a new life.
But there’s still something so meaningful for me about having those layers of grief that sit behind what you can see now. Some of the lines of the old paint work are still visible, and I love that.
I’ve kept much of the same colour pallet, and woven in new waves, new emotion, new shadows, new joy, new grief, new light, new reflection - and HOPE, never forget hope - kind of like the years etched in a tree’s circles of growth - the painting’s original inspiration.
It’s a reminder to me that whatever life throws at us - and it will throw hard - that nothing is permanent. We’re all in a moment of change and movement. And whatever comes… will also pass.
Both beauty and brutality 🤍