“Holding hands for the last time” is part of a series of paintings talking about grief and loss, more specifically about the loss of a mother. You can’t prepare for losing a mother, no matter at what age she leaves this world and even if you know she’s going to die one day.
The impact is big, things shift. You need to recalibrate. It feels as if you’re a tree of which the roots have been cut off. You’re a trunk that has to grow new roots, whilst trying to keep your leaves alive. You figure out roots only grow in autumn and they take time to grow.
“Holding hands for the last time” is a memory of being together for the last time, touching, holding but having to let go.