Today I continued working on yesterday's art page, and finished it. I went a bit crazy with my spray inks, and also used acrylic paint, paper scraps (including snippets of Psalms 136 and 139), and watercolor crayons and pencils. I quite like the messiness of it, because it represents the utter mess that I am right now.
There is significance to the distinguishable elements of the page. The small face in the bottom right corner is meant to be me in the early days after losing Eve, when I was numb and unable to feel very much. The half face on the top right represents the anger of my grief, and the remaining face represents the feeling of my deepest pain. The bird represents Eve, who I have come to think of as "my little sparrow." And the question -- well, that kind of question is always on my mind these days.
Who am I, this mother without a child? What am I? Who am I becoming?
I hope God knows what He's doing, because I definitely do not. I'll just keep feeling and crying and praying and stumbling about until my vision clears a bit and I realize where He's leading.
"Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day."
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day."
**In other news -- the widget for my Etsy shop that is usually at the top of the right sidebar is not working. I've reinstalled the code, but it still doesn't show up. Does anyone know if Etsy Mini is malfunctioning, or how to get mine working again? In the meantime, visit my shop here.

















Beautiful page Beth. It's so expressive. I love the flow and the color. It is a moving piece.
ReplyDeletethank you so much, Kelly. <3
DeleteI love, love, love this. Know that while the pain will never go away, it will become less devastating and there will be a day when you smile knowing that Eve is with you in ways you could never have imagined.
ReplyDeleteAnd for what it is worth, you are in my prayers every day. Keep letting your grief out...it is good and right and holy.
thank you so much for the encouragement, Julie. I love how you wrote about grief -- that it is good and right and holy to experience it. yes.
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ReplyDeleteso much beauty coming from this pain Beth... the emotions bleed through the page. love to you girl xoxo
ReplyDeleteThank you, Robin. *hugs*
DeleteJust a stunning expression of the layers and complexities of grief, thank you for sharing your heart like this!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Hope. xxxx
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