The Flood
I knew at some point I would attempt to paint my grief, but in order to do that I had to face it and name it. In 2023 I made the decision to write my memoir with a new therapist so I had support through the process and in doing so piece together my life complete with the trauma from my childhood, shady recollections of my teenage years as a homeless person as well as my rescue from it.
My personal; dam broke in December 2013, when my wife was killed in an accident and our carefully planned future in New Zealand disappeared just weeks before I was due to emigrate. It all broke loose, overwhelming me like a flood. Whenever I felt like I was getting my head above the water, another trauma or battle arrived to weigh me back down, such as the assault that took my voice for 4 years.
About nine months into the process of writing and working with my therapist I saw the depth of my grief for the first time and the idea of the flood metaphor arrived about a week later. The painting took a four days to complete in December 2024
The prismatic rainbow was added a month later to show hope for the future.
Oil on Canvas
31 x 31 inches
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