Thursday 31 December 2015

Fish on Friday. I miss my second son so much, but have to have faith that we will be together again.


Good day to you my brothers and sisters.
I look around here where I am and see cards. So sorry for your loss. With Sympathy. In Sympathy.  Sorry...

I`m a bloody jealous dad and I wanted Harry to be with us here on earth for the next eighty years and not in Heaven with ~God & Angels and so many saints...

My remaining son is in his country of birth at the moment, with his mum, my ex-wife.

It will be good for him to spend some weeks there, but it would be nice to hear from him. He is though in the province and probably cannot get a phone signal. 

I will pray that all his relatives will be a comfort to both he and his mama.

So am using art to express my grief and loss.

Some anger, but not seething, nor boiling over. Justifiable anger at this fallen world that produces weeds that choke plants and cancers that kill teenagers.

My tears are not constant, but my eyes are leaking H2O whilst I am typing this and missing Harry so much. I have to stay on this blooming planet, for my other son Josh and so many other people.  I would if Josh was okay with it, rather be in Heaven with my late beloved wife, Tracy, my youngest son Harry, Mum and dad. Plus of course all the saints, especially my current favourite, St Feofil, the fool for Christ!

I must stop grumbling now though and pick myself up, dust myself off and actually stop focusing on self...

Here for you are shots of my latest work.

Hope you enjoy it and pass it on.




































 Just below Harry was broader and more heavy set than Josh, his one year older brother. This was before the Leukemia.                                            
                                                                                        Harry is on my left and Josh the right.

  Above  my sons and others in our family here in England.  Just below Harry was broader and more heavy set than Josh, his one year older brother. This was before the Leukemia.









            Please my brothers and sisters pray that God gives me the strength and resources to overcome
this tragic loss.  Yep, Maisy above is some comfort and a gift from God.  He gives and takes away!

Blessings and love to you all.. I hoping and praying that next year will be a better one for me.
You all have a good new year and please pass this on.

Your brother in Christ and of all the saints, Peter..

Wednesday 23 December 2015

Good day my beloved viewers. 


                                              Oh, there's a mono print below.
             Below are some mono prints I created in this Christmas season. Enjoy it all and pass on glad tidings.

                                            Whoops, can you see the picture above is on its
                                          side, as you look at what to you is the top right, I
                                          have signed it !!!































This may, my beloved brothers and sisters, be the last blog until after Christmas, or even the new year...

But dont count on it. 

Tuesday 22 December 2015

Getting calm in heart, soul and mind by painting out the wretchedness. Sharing the loss of my second son with you all.



Good day to you. I am not using drink to cope, but then why cope?

Why not transcend peoples expectations of me as a brain injured grieving father.

Of course I am a brain injured grieving father.
  


Yet my beloved brothers and sisters, I am so much more too.  Just as race horses and greyhounds may have added weight to handicap them in a race. Slow them down enough to give the other participants a fighting chance. The suicide of my first wife and the consequential brain injury to me did just this.  






Now I have to remain sober and spend time using art and prayer to let the grief and loss of Harry out to fruition.
Not garbled, nor suppressed by drink or denial of heart wrenching pain.

I like this shot below from the bigger picture, as I can see something which says - brother there's some sadness coming out here.   








                     

Turmoil. Tumultuous. Tested. Testicals squeezed by self in painful dream. Awakening to the reality of the long dying of a teenage son.
 

Reaching out with art and words to express all in a safer way, than wrecking things in a drunken rampage.  Is there anger in this abstract work you see above? Or is it just an abstract expression of the aftermath!

I went to the gym today and worked out with weights and machines. So now I am calm collected and justifiable sad. Yet Harry's brother is still alive and in the world. Although with his mum/'my ex wife, visiting relatives in the Philippines and not coming back to England until the new year. I pray that all their relatives there will be a comfort to them and that they make it safely back here in the new year.

Blessings love and peace to you all. If anyone wants to drop me an email, then it will be welcomes by me at   petgkimb@gmail.com   Have a good day you all and pass this on. Your brother in Christ and of all the saints, Peter.