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.