This piece started out in my journal. After painting and writing I scanned in the piece, cropped out my handwriting on the left, making it square and digitally added the words "so good night" taken from the back of a vintage postcard.
"So Good Night" 6x6
Violet tells whoever will listen that these are her last days. Her twelve grandchildren beg her not to worry, that she has a lot of life left in her. She admits to having worried much of her life away and begs them not to do the same.
Sometimes when Violet dreams she sees herself as a young woman again, nimble and straight-backed, her hair once more the lovely red that caught and held the light in a way that made men gasp. Last night's dream turned out to be more vivid than the rest. At her back she could feel Death, not reaching for her but pushing her gently toward a golden light cast on the walls up ahead. She walked slowly, afraid. The more she walked the heavier she felt. She looked down at her hands, suddenly heavy. Every memory, every worry, every unkind word, spoken and heard, lay in her palms, exposed. Young Violet walked down the hallway stumbling under the weight. The hall stretched on and on and Violet walked on and on until she grew exhausted and could not force her legs another step. She stood there in front of a doorway, Death's breath on her cheek and felt her body shrivel with age and stoop lower with the weight in her hands. Violet heard words whispered and she strained to make them out. "You have a choice?" Violet pondered the meaning and smiled. Could it be that easy? She released her burden to the ground and in her wrinkled hands appeared white flowers she knew in her heart to be of forgiveness. Violet, her body still old and full of a life of memories, was able to continue on easily down the hall. She was no longer afraid, Death's hand was a caress as it held her own. Violet walked into the light and let it warm her down to her bones.