Life After Death — Marie Martello Art

It’s been a long minute.

I know, I know. I’m sorry. It’s been a very strange couple of months. Almost six to be exact and so much has happened.

I’ll tell you all about it because I know it’s been a long time and my absence has not been explained.

I was completely prepared for 2021 to by MY YEAR. I was convinced that my business was about to BOOM! I had so many artistic ideas and I was developing new and exciting skills as a fine artist. I had a lust for it and I was consuming it ALL!

But, as it happens, life tends to get in the way. Not only did it put up a stop sign, but it also built a whole damn wall. My youngest sister passed away suddenly on December 9th, 2020. I was left broken. Worse than broken. The feeling… it is still impossible to describe what it is like to lose one of the only people in this world who intimately knew you. Who was a literal part of you from the minute they were born. Someone you spoke to at least once a week and knew everything about you. Sisters make the best of friends. I am one of four girls and it is so hard to put into words our relationship with each other. People who have gotten to know us in our life always referred to us as “The Martello Girls” because we are a unit. Our closeness as a family transcends every part of our lives that, at our core, it’s part of who we are; so much so that others feel as though we are their sisters as well. Never will you know four different personalities to work so seamlessly with one another. Sisterhood has made me the person I am today. I am better for it and better for them being in my life.

So, you could see why I needed to disappear for six months.

And to be quite honest, I wish I could disappear for longer. For forever. Alas, life goes on and for those left, we have to learn how to adapt.

Today I am feeling extra brave. I didn’t even think to write a dumb blog about loss or my depression or my loss but here we are. Here I am, confessing my life.

Don’t get it twisted: I do not have a handle on these emotions of mine. Sometimes I drink about it. Sometimes I cry. Mostly, I write. Fine art and painting are too painful. Too visceral for me at the moment. I am not done with it completely, don’t worry. We just need some space.

For the past few months, I have decided to write a book. It is a fiction set in future Earth and about addiction, class hierarchy, the bonds of sisterly love, and very very science fiction. At this point, I have about 25,000 words. (Not bad for an amateur). I don’t know where this is going but I hope to keep you all updated on my progress. I think I might publish it, I feel like I should. If nothing else than for Margaret, my late sister.

Overall, I still don’t know how to function yet, somehow I do. I will try and keep you all updated on my journey.

In the near future, after the story is on paper and (mostly) edited, I will open up a form for Beta readers.

But, that’s in the future. Let’s just focus on one day at a time. I hope all of you are well out there. I love you. I miss you. Drink your water. I’ll update soon.