acrylic on 16x20 stretched canvas
one of a kind
Hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you can not return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
I came across this word a few weeks back now and talked about it a few love letters ago. It struck me deeply like a river that has run through a valley for centuries. It was like reaching into my heart and laying bare the longing for something that I can never go back to.
It was strange to explore the word and what it really meant for me. There were different depths that it went to. Some were difficult to look into because the realization came that what I thought I had experienced was not real, in a sense. Other areas were less deep and it was clear the nostalgia I felt. The rest of the story here.