The Sorrow of Life began after I lost a loved one. What stayed with me is
the oldest fact we share: life flows away from its very beginning.
In The Sorrow of Life II, the great vessel-like form at the centre is an
eye. It holds the world it has seen and weeps red tears over the crowd,
while a small figure sits upon it, meditating. The leaves have already left
their branches: they gather into a whirlpool, the whirlpool holds up a
shell, and on that shell a new life is standing, with birds singing around
it. A skull surfaces at the crowd's feet.
In thick, layered oil paint, birth and death share the same ground, each
one holding the other up.
This is the second panel of a four-part series. Death is not despair.
Sometimes it is a release — and perhaps it holds a hope of its own.
I ♥ YICCA
Artwork Details
Painting - OilArtwork Size - Width 95 | Height 120 | Depth 3
Created on 12 October 2024