Dying in a Snowfall is a painting of reality — the cold, unflinching truth of a winter’s night in Dundee Falls, Ohio. It is the moment that directly connects to my oil painting Final Embrace. Where Final Embrace lives in the dream I experienced as I slipped away, Dying in a Snowfall lives in the physical world — the actual scene as it happened.
The two paintings are in conversation with each other. In this watercolor, you see my face but the rest of my body is hidden beneath layers of shadow and snow. In the oil painting, my body is present but my face disappears into the embrace. In both, my posture is the same — head leaning forward, surrendering to the weight of the moment.
That night, I had injected a large amount of Pitocin and Intropin, with a stomach full of NSAIDs. I was in a euphoric high, my senses folding in on themselves, reality slipping further and further away. The snowfall was peaceful — achingly peaceful — and I found myself worried that it might be the last one of the season. I wanted to be there for it. To feel it. To let it be my last witness.
Before I ever picked up a brush, I wrote a short story about that night. Later, I painted Dying in a Snowfall to give that story a visual form:
The snowfall to me is such a funny thing. Its tranquility is something I’ve grown to love. In adolescence, it became my medium for meditation. To escape the busyness of the world with the flutter of falling flakes. Yet, I’ve realized it’s what’s responsible for troubling my heart. I lost the love of my life only due to the icy weather. With the snow, only did that violent cluster of twisted automobile came into existence. Many years later, waiting for snowfall for my last moments became an obsession. I found a place to spectate that last snowfall, where water falls in the forest to carve stone. As I lean against an old maple’s trunk, I lay watching guard of a stone grotto temple at the base of the falling stream. This temple has no worshipers but only prayers from the whistling branches. There is a sacredness I find in this place’s beauty. A sacredness I myself no longer share. The lone guard of this temple has grown old and tired. Complacent with the agonies of life. The frozen flakes drift down to smother most sounds. Blanketing me with its comfort. The wind kisses my neck, running it’s chilling fingers down my spine. My dulled and greyed eyes grow heavy. From the little light left from the winter night sky, glistens the landscape to reveal a faint figure in the dark’s thickness. It’s my love greeting me to a long-awaited reunion. Reaching her hands out for mine, closer and closer as her figure enclosed in on my restful state. Until her spirit wraps around me. Her warm embrace only cools. First my skin, then the fibers of my being. Now finally the cold creeping into my slowing heart.
Dying in a Snowfall is for anyone who has felt the beauty of the world clash with the heaviest grief — for those who have known moments that are both unbearably cold and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Ben Young is a contemporary fine artist originally from Appalachia, Ohio. Originally a Software Engineer, he began painting in watercolor and oil less than two years ago, and his work has quickly gained attention for its emotional depth and storytelling. Each piece is a personal narrative, rooted in lived experience and expressed through a sensitive, evocative style. Each piece touches on themes of loss, love, family, and resilience, often drawing from his own life, including the tragic loss of his fiancée and journey it took to overcome those emotional burdens. His paintings resonate with collectors drawn to authenticity, vulnerability, and a fresh, emerging voice in American art.
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