Took this picture of a picture that ripped apart unintentionally. It made me smile. I look at it and a great part of it made up a love frame I created. But what was left of it was pieces of a life I miss yet don’t. The picture was taken when a week before I was engaged. When he was simple and loving. Stayed in a frame that long. What was interesting is when I was taking the picture out to put into the love between our children his arm got cut off. And made for an interesting artistic picture which I didn’t expect when my fingers showed up reflected in the shot. Just looked pretty in the scheme of things. Who would have known that the best art comes from random desires to portray something else you meant to create?
Having said that artistry sure helps heal and if silly like me can always see irony in that art.