I seek the divine in such darkness. Where is the fair fight when the lights go out? I scream and shout. I scream and shout. Much to no avail. It seems that hell has seized that land, and no one understands me anymore. Who has turned out the lights?! I fight and fight to regain normalcy. Embodied in the present past of traumatic events. Will I move forward, or linger in the ashes of that which has been lost forever? -Krystal J. F. Hart
Where Do We Go From Here was created with acrylics, inks, and an image transfer technique. I think of all that has been lost and ravaged by war and violence. I think of my own suffering and lost through my own traumatic experience. We are all but children aren’t we? I think of “the children of Cain. Child leftovers from the fratricidal violence he symbolized.” -excerpt from Dr. Frank Wood. The poem above can be seen interlaced through out the sky in the painting. When your storm is raging always remember, but there is still hope in utter darkness!
Painting : mixed media on stretched canvas.
Krystal J. F. Hart