The Artist
Photo copyright Sandra Crook
Juliet thought that she knew the answer. Visiting Tom’s garage provided her with all she needed. Starting with the wheels from his bike, she dismantled almost everything that he had loved. Then taking items from the disorder around her, she set to work. With the tools of her trade she changed them into sculptures.
Her love for him would live on. His death so young had cut deep into her soul, only time would tell if she could survive. But she would show the world that like Shah Jahan she had lost love. Regret came later.
Shah Jahan had the Taj Mahal built to the memory of his wife.
Rabindranath Tagore would describe the Taj Mahal as “a tear drop on the cheek of time”.
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Sweet… and very sad. At first I though she was a scorned lover, then came the realisation. Bitter sweet springs to mind.
I know that scenario very well.. 😉
Some characters won’t take no for an answer.!
Dear Michael,
That’s a creative way to deal with grief.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Intriguing story, and an apt description of how artists may deal with personal loss.
Nicely done, with a feel good factor.
What a lovely way to deal with grief and to keep his memory alive…
Death has no victory here! Move forward Juliet, through the grief to a new tomorrow!
She thinks big, that’s a great tribute to her love.
I like the way you’ve handled grief. Being creative with things that belonged to the departed is a fitting memorial. Nice story.
I agree – having a photo topic brings focus and ideas. I also like the forced discipline of sticking to the 100 word limit. Now I need to expand my vocabulary. And how I use it to paint a picture.
Such a beautiful expression of love, loss and grief..