A few months ago, I made a little book of water colors. An abstract children’s book about grief. I picture it as a board book, each page spread a new, bright, glossy watercolor, with a simple line of text below. The color saturation here doesn’t quite do it justice, but here it is…
Death, when it comes, cracks everything open.
There is a sharp divide: Before. After.
All life becomes fragile.
Grief covers everything in thick waves.
It has many colors.
Sometimes it feels like drowning.
There is loneliness. The absence of you.
© Burning Eye