I've had a book stuck in my head for a couple of years now, called The Winter Vault, by Anne Michaels.
Life, death, water, earth, love, grief... Cycles. A novel written with such poetry that I couldn't shake it.
The image above is probably the least planned image I've created in a long time. I didn't have a plan beforehand, I just started painting.
The flower is fireweed, a native plant that grows after a forest fire, when everything has burnt to the ground... I thought it was suitable to the main character, Jean, thrown into grief after the death of her unborn child and to the story overall.
So there are more images I've been chipping away at and I'll post them as I finish them.