Death and Trying

This little painting began with a tarot reading reflecting on last nights dream in which my mom died suddenly.  I think her vulnerability is weighing on my mind.  I am trying to hold things gently with the knowing our time together is not infinite.  What hurt the most in the dream was knowing we would never talk again.  She would never respond.

I tried to make this a good painting and the harder I worked the muddier and uglier it seemed to me.  But at least I tried.

Thie images above are the evolution of the painting.