It is with a heavy heart that I tell you my story. Looking back now, I think this was a personal favorite of all the tiles I've painted.
I'm reaching back well over a year in my memory files. I find I'm now able to talk about her without too much agony. Finally now, the wound has healed and my heart has mended from the way I led her to meet her terrible fate and sadly, I have no one to blame but myself.
Let me start by saying, I didn't paint her from a customer request. It actually wasn't for any specific reason other than I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could do the queen justice before I stabbed her in the heart (but more about that later).
It all started out so innocently too...
With tender loving care and a close eye for the detail, I gently and carefully 'stroked' (painters humor) her face!
Our fate seemed to be sealed and things we looking good. Together we forged ahead, taking whatever may lie ahead of us in stride.
As with any relationship, many times we needed to adjust our plans and realign ourselves in order to bring about the best possible outcome.
Never being one to throw in the towel, to me it is/was always worth just one more try to get it right. After all, we've come so far already!
Yes, it hurts to have to start all over sometimes, but when you realize it's the best thing for both parties involved, you know you must. Your heart will always tell you when it's the right thing to do.
Sometimes you have to go on and pretend that the past mistakes never happened. Forgive and forget (if you will). Pick yourselves up and carry on from a point your both happy with.
I was prepared to salvage our relationship in anyway possible at this point. I was smitten and had already invested so much. I desperately needed to see this thing through to the end.
The hard work on both our parts paid off. We looked like we had come through the storm all but unscathed. The worst was over...but was it?
You would have thought I'd be happy and content having worked so hard and coming out the other side with something that we were both so proud of. You would have hoped...
As many happy couples do, photos were taken to commemorate happier times:
Sadly, the happy times weren't to last.
Out of nowhere, my mind turned to thoughts of "what if?"
"What if" (I wondered) we could improve even further on what we'd built and take this to places that would bring us even further joy and rapture? (Yes, I'm taking this post WAY over the top)!
Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks...Let's "clock" her!
With the reluctant help of my innocent bystander husband, I talked him into helping me put a hole right through her heart.
There, I said it!
I sent her to the vice with no thought of what this might do to her (or our) future happiness.
Beware: The next few photos are not for the faint of heart (queen of hearts that is).
OUCH! You can trust me when I say, that hurt ME a lot more than it hurt HER!!!
My only defense here is to plead insanity.
Had I thought it through better, I would have realized that my queen was far too regally dressed to support the "hands of time"! In other words ~ "Time would have been lost on her"! HA! Get it?
Why had I not seen that for myself before I put a contract out on her???
Yes, to say I still felt/feel guilty is an understatement. But if anything can be learned from such a tragic story, it is this...
"TIME does not necessarily heal all WOUNDS"! OR "Keep your 'HANDS' to yourself!"
Enjoy your day!!
I hope I've given you a little something to smile about.Thanks for visiting!!!