In the midst of overwhelming grief, passion can ignite a ray of hope during seemingly inhumane times.
Three months ago I lost three good friends in a horrific plane crash in Australia. That same week another young friend died of an aneurism. Four wonderful men lost in a blink of an eye. All very successful businessmen, wonderful husbands, fathers, grandfathers and pillars in our community. We endured five funerals in one week; the grief was overwhelming and almost palpable.
My studio has always been a sanctuary of sorts for me. It’s when I’m faced with the most difficult of artistic challenges that I feel the closest to the One who bestowed all of my gifts and talents. Shortly after I learned of the plane crash my grieving soul yearned to do one thing .… paint. I started “Kudos” and with each moment at the easel the intense grief I was experiencing slowly began to change form. Through my creator I began experiencing the souls of my friends in a deeper and truly magical way. I felt their presence around me… it was comforting and almost joy filled. As I continued working, my painting transformed, as did my understanding of life and death.
As tears ran down my cheeks I realized that my friends… despite the immensely tragic nature of their deaths… are not gone. They have merely changed form …. their souls are ever present. I think of them often, and when I do, I feel the presence of angels around me.
Greg, Russ, John and James… thank you for the indelible heart print you left on all those who loved you.