Fruitful Darkness by Joy Redstone
23” x 30” x 7” assemblage
There are before and after moments in life, and the moment that I heard the officer's voice on the phone telling me that my husband had taken his life was one of those for me. It was both unthinkable and expected as the pain from his illness had tormented him for two years. The grief undid me and changed my life in a myriad of ways. One of the ways that it changed me was that I began to make art. I truly did not understand why I felt so compelled to create, despite having no training and no experience. The only way that I have to explain it is that the feelings and experiences were so big, so ineffable, so beyond words, that only making art would suffice. Here I am, ten years later, still telling his story and mine, blessed beyond measure to have this language from my heart to yours.
https://www.instagram.com/stories/joyredstone/3356580842820435251/
23” x 30” x 7” assemblage
There are before and after moments in life, and the moment that I heard the officer's voice on the phone telling me that my husband had taken his life was one of those for me. It was both unthinkable and expected as the pain from his illness had tormented him for two years. The grief undid me and changed my life in a myriad of ways. One of the ways that it changed me was that I began to make art. I truly did not understand why I felt so compelled to create, despite having no training and no experience. The only way that I have to explain it is that the feelings and experiences were so big, so ineffable, so beyond words, that only making art would suffice. Here I am, ten years later, still telling his story and mine, blessed beyond measure to have this language from my heart to yours.
https://www.instagram.com/stories/joyredstone/3356580842820435251/
23” x 30” x 7” assemblage
There are before and after moments in life, and the moment that I heard the officer's voice on the phone telling me that my husband had taken his life was one of those for me. It was both unthinkable and expected as the pain from his illness had tormented him for two years. The grief undid me and changed my life in a myriad of ways. One of the ways that it changed me was that I began to make art. I truly did not understand why I felt so compelled to create, despite having no training and no experience. The only way that I have to explain it is that the feelings and experiences were so big, so ineffable, so beyond words, that only making art would suffice. Here I am, ten years later, still telling his story and mine, blessed beyond measure to have this language from my heart to yours.
https://www.instagram.com/stories/joyredstone/3356580842820435251/