Last weekend, I finished this painting, which I’ve titled Hope Within.
It’s been sitting unfinished for a long time, and to be honest I wasn’t sure if I would ever finish it.
I started this painting last year when I found out I was pregnant. When I later miscarried, I put the painting away because looking at it made me sad. They say that time heals all wounds, and while maybe they never heal completely they do hurt less. Last weekend I finally picked up the brush to finish this work.
After all that time (it’s been nearly a year), the meaning of the painting has evolved. When I started it, it was a symbol of the life growing inside me. Now I see it as a symbol of the fact that I haven’t given up hope.
Sorry for the sad (and maybe too personal) post. I debated with myself about sharing this with you, but ultimately I think I needed to explain the meaning behind the painting.