I decided to make a paining of a moment. I once had a romance with a guy for years and he stood out from the rest but it didn’t work out and I never looked him up again. I was posting a load of my books last year and I noticed him glancing my way for a noticeable amount of time.
The painting shows a woman made of sand building her life path, her hand moves the bricks away from the direction of the statue, her mind guides it and her legs walk it. Moving forward in every respect. A light river of gossip crosses her path yet not strong enough to move any of the bricks. His statue once sand has turned to glass, decorated with two memories and surrounded with clouds vaguely signifying wolfs which represents his friends. The glass, solidifying his choices, never to catch up with the front of her path ever again.
This artwork is one of my hand-stretched ones, and always sold with hooks ready to hang!