Grief
- oil
Kathy Ann Fleming
St. Paul, MN
My paintings deal with feminine grief. It is a function of the body. It lives and breathes in every fiber. Now, 27 years later, I find I still have trouble writing about this time in my life. I do still feel the stigma of taboo.
I remember … my second miscarriage was more difficult to deal with. I was 5 months pregnant, and then I was no longer pregnant. My body was confused. It took many months for my body to recover its natural rhythms – much longer than the 4 months that would have completed the 9 month gestational cycle.
I remember… life going on around me, whizzing by, but never engaging me. I felt held apart, invisible to people around me. I felt as if I were on the edge between being and nothingness, existing on the boundary line.
