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He shut down as soon as the doctor gave us the news.
I don't know where he went, but from that moment on he turned inside.
I tried to talk to him about his diagnosis. 4-6 weeks to live. Was he afraid? Angry? Scared?
But the only thing my husband would say, was "Don't worry, you're going to be okay."
Like I gave a shit at that point.
I had already drawn a box around all of my wants and needs. My stuff, completely frivolous now. His life circling the drain.
Besides unlike my husband I have time enough for unpacking boxes. I'm the lucky one. Yet in typical fashion, he's worried about me.
"Draw A Box Around It" speaks to the need to compartmentalize. To mentally set aside all the irrelevent and to give ones energy to one main focus. For me, my husband. For my husband, me.
100cm x 100cm
Acrylic on Canvas
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