Letter From A Stranded Star For The Last Night of Summer.✨🌙🌚
Oil and acrylic/metallic paint on canvas 30x40”.
Stephen King says “all novels are really letters aimed at one person.” I don’t view my work much differently.
So we’re back to the letters. (see earlier bear posts, the last letter: https://www.instagram.com/p/CDIK8iqBcBE/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link )
Despite all her light, I didn’t feel much warmth this summer.
I really do believe the world is telling me it’s not okay to feel how I do most of the time, that I should only see the petals on the flowers.
I’m telling you, there are thorns, too.
I wonder if that’s how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.
“There is a season for everything under the sun—even when we can’t see the sun.”[JB]
When you let the night in,
you may not always see the moon.
But you can count on the stars.
With love and all her thorns, too,
Yours always in the night,
Aliza and Her Monsters