Looking Up

My father always wanted me to paint "pretty" “beautiful” things. Having lost him six months ago, everything I've created since, has been for him. This painting was created fully from life, from a place of love and vulnerability. I gave into nature and let each rose be its own personality. Painted them as they bloomed, changed and wilted. There's so much beauty in that, its almost cathartic and a true depiction of how I want to feel. My hope for this painting is to give its viewer immense strength and courage to keep looking up, standing tall and strive for better days even during a crisis.