“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
— Mary Oliver
“Gift of Darkness” speaks to the quiet strength that can emerge in our hardest moments.
The figure seems folded inward—grieving, resting, remembering. But this isn’t a picture of defeat. It’s a moment of turning inward to heal, to gather the pieces of what was, and to begin again.
The falling feathers carry the weight of old identities, losses, and truths that no longer need to be held. In their release, something new is taking shape—softly, steadily, from the inside out.
This piece reminds us that pain is not the end of the story. Sometimes, it becomes the spark. What once felt like darkness may reveal itself, in time, to be a gift.
Gift of Darkness
Acrylic on canvas, 2024
16” x 20”
$888*
(Prints available)
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
— Mary Oliver
“Gift of Darkness” speaks to the quiet strength that can emerge in our hardest moments.
The figure seems folded inward—grieving, resting, remembering. But this isn’t a picture of defeat. It’s a moment of turning inward to heal, to gather the pieces of what was, and to begin again.
The falling feathers carry the weight of old identities, losses, and truths that no longer need to be held. In their release, something new is taking shape—softly, steadily, from the inside out.
This piece reminds us that pain is not the end of the story. Sometimes, it becomes the spark. What once felt like darkness may reveal itself, in time, to be a gift.