death Artwork

January 24, 2025

Just Out Of Reach is a watercolor painting beautifully capturing the essence of a peaceful winter night. At its heart is a quaint log cabin, softly illuminated by a warm, golden light emanating from its windows, contrasting against the cool blues and whites of the snowy landscape. Towering evergreen trees, heavily dusted with snow, create a dense and textured forest backdrop, adding depth and a sense of quiet isolation to the scene. The faint tracks in the snow leading to the cabin hint at human presence, while the figure kneeling in the foreground adds a touch of mystery and humanity. The overall composition blends warmth and cold, light and shadow, evoking both the stillness of winter and the comfort of a welcoming home.

December 20, 2024

February 26th, 2020. “You’ve grown tired, have’t you dear?”, she reassured. “It was too difficult. I’m so sorry. I failed you”, was my excuse. My stature felt different, like the weighing years had melted off and I was almost floating. She snuck in closer and whispered in my ear with her arms wrapped around me, “I understand. It’s alright now. It’s time to rest.” “Just five more minutes? You know how much I missed this”, I pleaded like an innocent child. “I suppose. Maybe you’ll see me when you awake, but it’s a surprise”, as she somehow wrapped herself around me even more. It was just like her to say something alluring like that. A cold winter wind blew against my neck and creeped throughout the rest of my body, but it felt as though a warmth was melting me asleep. My eyes grew heavy as my head dropped on to her soft shoulder. It was becoming too difficult to fight to stay awake, but I was already asleep. I expelled my last bit of energy to muster up one last, “I really missed you.” Finally closing my eyelids and letting go, drifting off. Was this really her loving hug again, after all these years? Or was this just me, making the rounds in my head, to embrace death?