In a Daydream

About the Artwork

The Tuesday after my fiancé’s funeral, I sat in the living room and stared out our window. I asked for a sign from him to know that he was there with me. As the sun set, two bursts of light came through the dark clouds. It was breathtaking, and I know in my heart that it was him reaching out to me. I imagined that instead of being alone in our living room, Jeff and I were together again, on a beach somewhere watching that sunset. I cried for a long time as the bursts of light faded into darkness. I’m not sure how much time passed before I realized I was sitting in a completely dark room.

It took me a while to start painting again. I set up my canvas a couple weeks after Jeff passed, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the next step. Two months later, I sat down and stared at my blank canvas for a bit. I began painting the sky that I saw that Tuesday evening. I cried for the first fifteen minutes, but I forced myself to keep going. Soon the paintbrush took over and I became lost in the painting. I painted the dream instead of the reality. Perhaps it helped a little. I’m not really sure yet.

Although nothing makes sense right now, Jeff and I always believed in the healing power of art and music, me being an artist and him being a very talented musician. It is one of the reasons we fell in love. I have to believe that if I keep going, that if I keep creating, somewhere down this horribly tragic road, I will somehow find light again in my life.

To my Jeffrey, I love you, I miss you every moment of every day, and I will find you again.

To my collectors, if you have experienced heartbreaking grief such as this, I hope that sharing my story and my art with you offers comfort and healing.

Specifications for Prints

• Printed on professional textured Fine Art Giclée Somerset Velvet Paper

• Printed with an added, one inch white border

• Printed with non-toxic, professional Archival Inks

• Delivered to your door, supplied unframed