Disconnect
Disconnect
Disconnect began forming in my mind as I followed a social media thread about someone in a family who was gravely ill. The family gathered, the church gathered, people held vigils, appeals for prayer were numerous that the ill person would return to thriving life before death. The active hope for continued life went on more than a year, sadly for the family, ending in death.
This is a difficult topic for many. As I’ve faced my own death more than once, I feel I have a place from which I can speak. This painting is my statement. The patient is between death and life, apparently closer to death than life. There is a veil over the living, pulled away for the patient. The hospital is doing what it does, the nurse clearly getting on with care, the curtains closed as much as possible for so many to gather. Each family member or friend is in their own glow of colour. No matter how much we are joined at one death, we are each in our own set of emotions and thoughts. No death is like another, no hope is like another, no grief is like another. Some find it easy to let go, some find it impossible. At death’s visibility, there is a disconnect; a perceived disconnect between life and death, a disconnect between one kind of care and another, a disconnect between those people who witness.
I hope this Disconnect encourages conversation. Bluntly, death is the only thing in life which we are all guaranteed to experience around us and for ourselves. The more we can talk about it, the more we may connect.