Grief House Revisited Part 6

Rooms
by Abigail Platter
I can’t shake
The rooms out
Of this house
Where we used
to be
Goblets
Pillows
Radios
Pianos
Night lights
Figurines
a pile in the yard
the timbers
Still creak
And echo
Down the stairs
But they can’t escape
Out the door
I can’t shake the rooms
Out of this house
Chairs and pillows
Candles and cups
But never the dining room
The Lounge
The studio
The bedroom
I can shake the sentiments
The apologies, the party plans
The looking past and moving on
But never the memories
As close as wallpaper to dust
We poured it all in
But I can’t shake it out 

I attempted to depict the tilting world of grief, when a life is turned sideways. This piece shares the title with the show, Grief House. It’s my Good Friday image- three crosses in the distance and Salvation buried underground. She stands upright to the viewer, yet within her own world, horizon leaning, she is beginning to tilt into the earth. Moving On? Moving In?

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The First Meandering Sketch:

The Value Composition:

Reference:

The Logo (purposefully made with minimal legibility- reading “move on” with an arrow pointing downward forming the v.):

This concludes the paintings and process of the Grief House.