Izzy and I, Broken By Loss
In this summer-lit moment, the painting holds the quiet story of how Izzy and I learned to find our way to one another after loss reshaped our world. When her trusted person—my fiancée—passed away, Izzy carried her grief in the same way I carried mine: cautiously, quietly, unsure of where to place it. For a long time, she kept her distance, watching me from the edges of the room or the far side of the field, as if waiting to understand the shape of this new life we hadn’t asked for. But slowly, day by day, she began to draw closer, out of necessity for each other.
This painting captures the exact moment the wall between us dissolved—when two wounded souls chose to step out of the shadows together. It isn’t just a scene in the grass; it is the quiet turning point where healing officially began.
We couldn’t fix what was lost, so we learned to build something new together.
