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This song encapsulates my biggest fear: being forgotten.


All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?


And so, the painting had to capture this feeling, too. Each person, a beautiful existence, a hopeful possibility; yet without one another, their loneliness dulls their beauty.


Eleanor Rigby died in the church 

And was buried along with her name.

Nobody came. 


Relationships, connections, and community are powerful, and this piece serves as a reminder that even though I often want to squirrel away into a cave alone, I can thrive when I connect with others.


The music sounds both joyful and sad, a contradiction I feel so often my world. This exploration of loneliness and the spectrum of feelings when you’re a human was cathartic to work on.



Acrylic, Paint Stick, Oil Pastel

Original: Eleanor Rigby (16x40)

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