This was a bit of a morbid piece done at the end of a frustrating day today, that I barely remember. I have lapses in memory now, and I am not sure what that is about. I guess I get too trapped in my thoughts, unless I get them out onto paper in some way shape or form.
This piece represents my battle with alcoholism and ongoing recovery. It’s a person in waiting for the raven’s final call…final wish…final stand. The raven in this piece symbolizes death knocking at one’s door. A ghost in the night with a sneaky presence, but no reflection … other than in the woman’s face alone…who is looking back at him.
I could go deeper into it, but I’ll just reflect on that a bit more.