Entering the empty space
Art as introspection
After tragedy arrives the realization that nothing, nothing, nothing is ever going to be the same again. There’s a period of enforced reflection. A time to consider how on earth to cope with the devastating effects of what happened?
It’s a time of great emptiness. The way forward is blocked and blurry. I am entering the empty space.
Reassuringly, my future beckons from beyond that empty space – it is comforting, filled with soft Mediterranean colours and dancing shadows that attract me.
I am entering the empty space … I am moving on.