Silent as the Frost

 

My secrets are the color of bones, 

the color of my heavy marrow, 

My secrets are the color of the hollow

crevices within my bones. 

 

My secrets are the color of the ghosts I breath

into the frozen world I haunt;

the color of the never-warming chill

in my bones. 

 

My secrets are the color of the void,

the color of the hollow soul. 

 

 

With this painting, I really wanted to capture the sense of cold air, of autumn turning to winter - where the figure stands vulnerably bare to the cold, like the skeleton trees around her. Beside her, a ghost, possibly her past, or possibly her fears shushes her. And in her reflection, you can see the change in her, her silence turning her into a dark ghost of herself.