grief. it feels like this beautiful blooming flower that was suddenly trapped, encapsulated, frozen in time - inside of a glass box. never to grow taller. i can still look at it but i can’t touch it. i can examine it in every way possible - turning it this way and that way in my hand. i can walk around it and remember how it felt to grow and care for those plants that were once living, taking in sunlight and air. breathing oxygen. i can remember how i forgot to water them once and a leaf wilted and i felt so, so guilty. it’s so damn frustrating that i just want to break the glass in, to start time again. i don’t want to just stare longingly at what i made, what i grew. i want to touch it and water it and nurture it. i want to sing it lullabies. but those frozen plants don’t know i’m there. they just sit there, looking pretty. never to grow an inch again.
illustrated digitally in photoshop.
Sarah Beth Morgan is a dog mom, illustrator and art director currently working at Oddfellows in Portland, OR.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.