The Sky Between Seasons
A daughter’s quiet journey through grief, change, and renewal.
After losing my dad, time moved differently.
Days blurred, seasons passed, and even the sky seemed to shift with my emotions. I couldn’t find the right words to describe it, so I turned to painting. Each brushstroke became a way to breathe through the ache — to capture what grief feels like when it softens into something quieter.
This small 10x10 cm collection was born from that space.
Each piece reflects not only the changing seasons of the sky, but also the seasons within me — moments of heaviness, healing, and calm.
Through these works, I learned that grief isn’t something you leave behind. It circles, pauses, fades, and blooms again — much like the sky itself.
Before the Rain — Spring
Ever had a day that looks heavy, but somehow feels full of hope?
The fields here are bright and alive, but the sky holds a quiet tension — that fragile moment before everything shifts.
This painting reminds me of those early days after my dad passed, when everything felt uncertain. Yet even then, there was something stirring underneath — the first sign of renewal, quietly waiting behind the clouds.
Before the Rain is about standing still in the in-between, where pain and hope meet.
A reminder that even the most fragile moments can hold beauty and quiet strength.
Golden Dusk — Summer
Some evenings feel warm, others remind you of everything that’s changed.
This one carries both. The golden light wrapping the quiet house felt like memory — familiar, but distant.
When I painted this, I was thinking of summers long ago, when the air was full of my dad’s laughter. That warmth still lingers, softer now, but still here.
Golden Dusk is about the warmth that remains — even after goodbye.
Created to evoke nostalgia and stillness — a peaceful piece that feels like sunlight after loss.
Gentle Fade — Autumn
Ever watch a day end and feel like time slowed down just for you?
The soft pinks and muted blues in this sky felt like closure — not the painful kind, but one that brings quiet acceptance.
Autumn, for me, was when I began to let go — not of memory, but of the ache that came with it. The world around me softened, and so did I.
Gentle Fade is about finding peace in endings, and grace in letting go.
A soothing reflection of change and acceptance — perfect for spaces that invite calm and stillness.
Blue Evening — Winter
It’s strange how the coldest nights can also feel the most comforting.
The deep blue sky and soft glow of the moon made me think of how silence can hold you — how solitude doesn’t always mean loneliness.
I painted this on a quiet night, when grief felt gentler, like my dad’s presence was still somewhere nearby.
Blue Evening is about the peace that follows the storm — when stillness becomes healing.A serene winter landscape that captures calm, reflection, and the quiet strength of memory.
Personal Note
October 13 marks my dad’s death anniversary — a day that still carries weight, but also gratitude.
It’s strange how time softens pain into memory, and memory into quiet strength.
This collection is my way of remembering him — through color, light, and the changing sky. Every brushstroke is a conversation we never got to finish, and somehow, painting makes it feel like he’s still here.
Closing Reflection
Together, these four small paintings tell a story of grief and renewal — of learning to live again, one sky at a time.
They remind me that loss doesn’t stay frozen in winter.
It moves, changes, softens — and if you let it, it becomes something beautiful.
If you’ve ever walked through loss, I hope these paintings remind you that even in the quietest seasons, light still finds its way back. 🌙
