This was a photograph of a beautiful sculpture I captured sometime ago. Or was it on that last fateful visit? Sitting on our Mother’s piano, I always admired this piece.
Oh brother, why did you leave me? You were too young, too vibrant and your bucket list was still way too long.
That ‘C’ word is one that we tend to whisper. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Then how could I create an image like this you might ask?
Well, this certainly was not my intention. I wanted something light, something cheery. Somehow during the silence of creative meditation, a new life, a new meaning, a new mood was born.
Maybe it is something deep within me (no not as passionate as this image). My brother was always my protector, my guardian, my rescuer. The person I looked up to and admired.
He ensured my childhood in Europe was the best it could be under some very difficult circumstances.
“The love that you receive is equal to the love you give… And for those rare souls who give with no thought of receipt… only they are worthy of the eternal love;
the force that breaks bonds of brotherhood, that transcends the vagaries of pride and ego, a binding of souls that endures across the Ages”
Tyrphosa, Priestess of Aphrodite”