Two blossoms, delicate and alive – and yet, something is missing. In the lower rose, a part is gone. Petals that once were there have disappeared. The eye is drawn not just to the flower, but to the absence within it – to what is no longer visible, yet still felt.
This painting speaks of my personal loss. Of pain that starts quiet. The missing petals hold space for what has left – and for what continues to live on in memory.
At the same time, it is about beauty. About nature’s quiet strength to carry us through moments of fragmentation. The rose, fragile and open, becomes a symbol of allowing – not resisting. Healing begins not by pushing away pain, but by holding it gently.
A work about what is missing – and how absence can make space for feeling.
Even though this painting was created from a place of pain and loss, it may be perceived by the viewer in an entirely different context. Every gaze carries its own story – and perhaps something new emerges in the space in between.
