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we are built in water                                                           

 

Grief is an ocean of tears formed over millennia -- a cumulative repository of our collective grief. My current work is an immersion into mourning.

 

Early in 2016, my husband and father died within days of each other, but that was only the beginning. Since then, millions of people have lost someone through pandemic-related illness, war, violence, and even through divisions of opinion. We are mourning globally, collectively. My work became a salve for the daily ruptures and a meditation on what is lost or waning.

 

During these six years, a phrase would surface at odd moments, "In the end, all that is left is love–" I knew instinctively was true. Through a deep dive into grief's chaotic rhythms, I found that grief is a sacred art, and it is impossible to grieve what we cannot praise or love. If the last six years have cemented one point, it is this; we are all intimately connected to the earth and our collective spirit. Love and praise of humanity with all its warts and problems is the ballast of peace. This mourning cry, this instinctive symphony of praise, is the sound of deep life-affirming love.  

---Connie Noyes, 2022