Description
Created in November, this piece captures the season when memory becomes unavoidable. For me, November is when the loss of my mother returns with force—layered, fractured, and relentless. Dark forms press against gold, echoing how grief lives alongside moments of warmth, love, and remembrance. The surface is intentionally rough and imperfect, reflecting how memories arrive not in neat narratives, but in overlapping flashes—some heavy, some fleeting, some unexpectedly beautiful. November, Again is about the cyclical nature of loss: how it revisits us year after year, unchanged in its weight, yet continually reshaping who we are.
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