Completed in May 2013, this was one of the most intense journeys towards a painting. For weeks, the night never lasted more than 3 hours, and yet I was never once tired during this period.
Much later, I saw a text by C.S. Lewis, which reminded me of this painting.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”