In a Daydream
Created: February 2025
Original Artwork:
Acrylic on Canvas: 12W x 16H x 1.5 in - $340
Fine Art Prints:
11 × 14 in Print - $54
8 × 10 in Print - $32
5 x 7 in Print - $24
Taxes included. Shipping calculated at checkout.
Custom sizes available upon request.
Created: February 2025
Original Artwork:
Acrylic on Canvas: 12W x 16H x 1.5 in - $340
Fine Art Prints:
11 × 14 in Print - $54
8 × 10 in Print - $32
5 x 7 in Print - $24
Taxes included. Shipping calculated at checkout.
Custom sizes available upon request.
Created: February 2025
Original Artwork:
Acrylic on Canvas: 12W x 16H x 1.5 in - $340
Fine Art Prints:
11 × 14 in Print - $54
8 × 10 in Print - $32
5 x 7 in Print - $24
Taxes included. Shipping calculated at checkout.
Custom sizes available upon request.
About the Artwork
I never thought I’d be a widow at 47 years old, but here I am, two months after my beautiful Jeffrey’s death, trying to pick up the pieces of what is left of my shattered world; trying to make sense of it all.
The Tuesday after Jeff’s funeral, I sat in the living room and stared out our window. I asked for a sign from him to know that he was there with me. As the sun set, two bursts of light came through the dark clouds. It was breathtaking, and I know in my heart that it was him reaching out to me. I imagined that instead of being alone in our living room, Jeff and I were together again, on a beach somewhere watching that sunset together. I cried for a long time as the bursts of light faded into darkness. I’m not sure how much time passed before I realized I was sitting in a completely dark room.
It took me a while to start painting again. I set up my canvas a couple weeks after Jeff passed, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the next step. Two months later, I sat down and stared at my blank canvas for a bit. I began painting the sky that I saw that Tuesday evening. I cried for the first fifteen minutes, but I forced myself to keep going. Soon the paintbrush took over and I became lost in the painting. I painted the dream instead of the reality. Perhaps it helped a little. I’m not really sure yet.
Although nothing makes sense right now, Jeff and I always believed in the healing power of art and music, me being an artist and him being a very talented musician. It is one of the reasons we fell in love. I have to believe that if I keep going, that if I keep creating, somewhere down this horribly tragic road, I will somehow find light again in my life.
To my Jeffrey, I love you, I miss you every moment of every day, and I will find you again.
To my art collectors, if you have experienced heartbreaking grief such as this, I hope that sharing my story and my art with you offers comfort and healing.
Specifications for Prints
Printed on professional textured Fine Art Giclée Somerset Velvet Paper
Printed with an added, one inch white border
Printed with non-toxic, professional Archival Inks
Delivered to your door, supplied unframed