Candles

The war had broken out.

No matter where I looked there was agony, injustice and fear.

Closer to home I heard, I felt, I experienced and observed pains and sorrows I couldn’t heal.
Unable to sleep I started this piece.
Candles.

I sat with my paint and my brush and figuratively I lit as many candles as I could light.
For days and days I lit candles, just as my  beautiful Gran had taught me.

When I was a little girl my Gran and I would light candles when the world or someone was suffering. On that night and in the days that followed I felt the worlds need for countless candles.

625 mm x 900 mm

Framed

Acrylic on wood, gloss varnish