reflection
...so there i was, sitting on the grave of my mother and my grandmother, seeing myself reflected in the polished tombstone, wishing i had known them better, wishing i had known them at all...
what if...
oh, well...
what if...
oh, well...
posted by vfm4 at 8/25/2005
12 Comments:
I guess we carry something of our parents and grandparents in us, even if we didn't know them as well as we would like. This is a very touching illustration of the topic. The colors and the weeping willow (that's what I'm seeing) reinforce its message well. Very poignant.
thank you very much Carla, it was indeed a weeping willow i had in mind. :)
and yesterday, on my mothers birthday, i was really sitting there...
This is sad but a beautiful image. Their strength is in you.
thank you, anonymous..
though since i heard their stories, read their letters and diaries, i feel less lonely..
I like the thought behind your illustration. It's beautiful and it touched me a lot - because I recently lost my father I guess.
wynlen
wynleDesign
I agree with everyone, a sadly beautiful illustration. Nice work.
Thanks for sending me that linux screen saver too! Very cool...I have something to strive for in my doodles now...and insane amount of detail! Wow!
the colors had a kind of quiet hope or contemplation along with your sketchy lines. very nice.
Deeply moving- your sketch says just enough to say it all
this is so...well...bloody sad, especially moving. i'm so sorry that you're even in a position to draw this. so terrible to lose those close to you. i'm glad you're able to find them in their written thoughts. be well.
cheers,
kerry
My mother died when I was 2 1/2--I was the one who found her--and I've always been profoundly affected by her absence. This is a really beautiful and moving depiction of that desire to see yourself in your mother that you will never get to have in the ways that other women do. My mother was 21 when she died, barely an adult, and I've spent long hours trying to figure out who she was, so I can relate to pouring over any written materials that link you to your mother and grandmother. Something of a help, but a poor substitute. This is a really wonderful piece, doing what art does best--evoking a strong emotion in a really visceral way. Thank you for sharing it.
my mom died 2 decembers ago. but i wished i was there on her last christmas. i know you feel...
a nice reflective reflection illo indeed. nice targetting the two essence of the word!
A sweet and touching piece. It feels so quiet and soft - Thank you.
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