A Note Unsaid . . .

I thought would share what the man who purchased “A Note Unsaid” shared about why he bought the piece:

“I sat in front of this work of art right after losing my father, grandmother and then my mother.
Not to mention sitting in that chair right after my brain surgery trying to wrap my mind around what happened over the past couple of years.
The Empty Irish home, one chair and violin spoke to me.
Our Irish home would now be one chair short for some of us. The music would stop and never be the same. But in that loneliness and heartache I saw beauty. A reminder to everyone who may be left alone or have that empty chair at Thanksgiving that there is beauty in the pain.
This will now hang in my home this Thanksgiving as a reminder of that Irish home we hold near and dear despite that empty chair.”
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“A Note Unsaid”

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”

~Langston Hughes

I have sat in this living room on countless occasions playing music, laughing, conversing, crying, eating, working but mostly quietly thinking about how fortunate I am to be sitting in an Irish farmhouse like this in beloved County Clare.