Break Open Print (Job's Friends Rend Their Garments) by Lisle Gwynn Garrity
Break Open Print (Job's Friends Rend Their Garments) by Lisle Gwynn Garrity
Break Open
Digital painting with mixed media collage
By Lisle Gwynn Garrity
Inspired by Job 2:11-13
Museum-quality poster made on thick, durable, matte paper. Unframed artwork will arrive rolled up in a protective tube.
Framing option available.
Print Details:
Museum-quality posters made on thick, durable, matte paper.
Paper is archival and acid-free.
Unframed prints arrive rolled up in a protective tube.
Frame Details:
Alder, Semi-hardwood frame
Black in color
.75” thick
Acrylite front protector
Lightweight
Hanging hardware included
Made in the USA
From the Artist:
The day my grandmother died, my mother-in-law called. My grandmother died peacefully in old age, and yet, my mother-in-law knew the significance of her loss. She knew how my grandmother had helped raise my sister and me when our mother died when we were young. She knew that my grandmother was the matriarch of my large extended family, and that her death would usher in a new reality for us. She knew that my grief for my mother—well-worn and familiar—would bleed into this new, unfamiliar grief. She knew that losing my grandmother would feel like losing a parent all over again.
I missed her call, but she left a voicemail. Softly, her voice message began: “Lisle, I just heard about your Nana…” Then her voice cracked, she sighed, and began to weep. After a few moments of weeping quietly, she found her words again: “Anyway, I love you. Call me if you want to talk.”
I don’t remember much of what others have said to me in the fresh fog of grief, but I will never forget that.
In a way, she didn’t need to ask me what I needed. Without assumption or question, she simply entered into my pain and joined me there. Her profound act of solidarity gave me great comfort when little comfort was to be found.
In this image, I wanted to evoke the emotional impact of rending one’s clothing in solidarity with someone who is hurting. While this ancient cultural practice might feel curious to us now, I love that it’s an embodied way to tear away the armor that guards our own hearts so we can truly show up—tenderly—to join another in their pain.
If you are hurting right now, may this image remind you: you are not alone. God’s heart is breaking open for you.
—Lisle Gwynn Garrity