I am Seen - 012

There’s no grave, no place to visit. Only this. A canvas. A moment. A heartbeat that was here, then gone. I don’t know what else to do. I mark the canvas with the smallest tribute, a quiet pink-blue heart barely visible, just like the loss itself, small, nearly invisible, but deeply felt. It feels like speaking in a language only I understand, of things said and unsaid. But somewhere in the quiet, I know I’m seen. And maybe, for now, that’s enough. 

Pairs well with "I am Seen - 011". 

Currently installed in the artist’s home.