Relationships

The other side of the ocean

The other sidenof the ocean
2023
Acrylics on linen
60x90

11/12 – On the other side of the ocean. © – 2023 – acrylics on linen – 60×90

Original artwork available at @maksla_xo_gallery (Riga, Latvia)

I have been thinking a lot about parental relationships lately. Maybe because I lost my mother only 6 months ago, and even though we always had a difficult relationship, she was also the symbol of steadfastness and a safe harbor in my life, a safe shelter in case I needed to lay my head down and rest for a while. Maybe because since adolescence me and my son have been emotionally distant from each other and I recently remember the advice of an old friend saying that I had to be distant from him on order to him to grow up, take interest in the world, in other women. I was very afraid to damage my son in the way I felt my parents had damaged me and I took her advice very literally, breaking my own instincts and heart to give him space… Unrequested space that later proved to damage the close relationship we had. I was a betrayed woman and not wanting to harm my son I betrayed him, by making myself absent, distant. Note to self: advices can be given in good intention, but can be very harmful too. Humans have different experiences and therefore the advices can have very adverse outcomes. 20 years later I still feel my son distant and untrusting, repeating patterns that were mine when I decided to give him space. Our romantic relationships are a reflection of the aspects we need to evolve in the relationship with ourselves. Abusive relationships are a sign of unhealthy and self imposed emotional mysery. That kind of relationship where you give the best of you to someone that is mostly there to take and only gives the bare minimum to keep you trying, giving, surviving. People should resolve their emotional issues before they set out to rescue others. We need to count on our safe harbors to learn how to swim before we sail out on our life quests. I was so afraid to suffocate him that I left taking away his life buoy. Even though we are in the same continent, he keeps an ocean between us and instead of finding safe ground he has been pedalling adrift in a leacky boat, that sooner or later will make him a castaway. From my hatch I can only see so far and the sailing continues with no guarantees for safe manoovers, easy journeys, calm seas. life taught methat a broken heart can be healed, but seeing the lost and sad face of someone you love more than anything, feels a little bit like I am drowning.
Dreaming a little to try to make peace with my failures and your choices. Dreaming of pink sunsets, relaxing chairs on a calm deck, on a lazy afternoon of long awaited peaceful laughter, love and safety.

Luciana Mariano ©

The Recipe

  

Recipe of Love – painting for sale and exhibited at Galleria Maria, Helsinki, Finland

Go take a look and visit this lovely, lovely gallery:   http://www.galleriamaria.fi ❤️
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I wish love had a recipe and we could follow it, step by step, making the best of it, getting it, spot on right.

What is the recipe for love

Respect?

Consideration?

Care?

Freedom?

Desire?

Passion?

Forgiveness?

Friendship?

Tolerance?

Time?

I know that each human being is a very unique maze and a full ecology of feelings, stories, needs, sensations. Therefore there must be more than one recipe. But what are the essencial ingredients? What makes it so right, so good, wrong or possible, simple or labourious?

What is the ultimate recipe for love? The delicate chemistry that makes us crave for something extraordinary?
A love so big, so complete that will finally save us from this emotional starvation and loneliness?

❤️

Something else is broken

Somedays, more than others, i loose faith in humanity.
Sometimes, randomly, i wish i could not feel everything straight on my skin, hurting my very flesh, taking away the hope and grasp for life like that. I know this days will also end and eventually I will again be numb about everyday events, happenings and life. But today life is not a fun place to be at.
Worry not. I do not have expectations on being rescued from me. Never mind. I can survive my own despair, my own hopelessness.

LMFS

PS: dear Hanne, somedays I don’t have faith on Him too… But that too shall heal. ❤