Posted on February 25, 2017 Updated on February 25, 2017
He was beautiful and brilliant and funny. That jacket still feels like him. Even though it’s gone through the wash. I can’t wear it. It feels too heavy.
This entry was posted in art, artists, artworks, farewell, light and shadow, oil painting, painting, short story, still life and tagged art, dead lovers things, death, heavy, life, love, reality, suicide.
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I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind. If you do, please delete the comment. -I’ve looked at this a number of times today. I’ve also showed my wife. This piece reached me. This is what I see. – The shoulders of the jacket are nearly hunching. As if the person who wore it asked it to. Possibly they held onto too much together. Blue Collar, get physical and dirty that screams home town to me. I want to pull the jacket from the painting and put it on. Or give it to someone who would love it as much as the jacket deserves to be loved. The name tag is full of compassion and is brilliant. The darkness of the interior of the jacket and empty sleeves push my mind to sadness-This is just my take. It’s what I see. Thank you for posting this. It’s incredible.
Yes! Exactly! Thank you for sharing your reaction.
I really feel this. Thank you. Lovely work.
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