Of Love Lost


Pencil on textured paper; 760mm W x 590mm H.
Love to me is an enigma. Trying to make sense of the many emotions shared, I often need to reflect on the transparency of such emotions. I compare love with a dandelion in a bubble, with a limited life expectancy. The bubble is a symbol of emotions that get influenced by circumstances. Once the bubble bursts and the breeze takes hold of the dandelion, nothing but recollection is left.

Shipping size incl. packaging

Height (CM) = 74

Width / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 89

Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

Weight = 7kg

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‘My circle of existence
seemed completed
Bringing me into communion
Confidential depths
of revelation,
only addressed one heart
and mind

My inner sphere
of contemplation,
a semblance
of a world of airy matter
The impalpable beauty
of my bubble broken,
by contact
of actual circumstance

Subsiding into former quietude;
diffusing thought
and imagination
through the substance
of today,
making it brightly transparent

Once again
burdened with thoughts,
my own spirit-stirring recollections
can do little to enlighten…’


VaL Smit ©

Published: GloMag India, October 2020