
These grief art prints tell the story of how painting carried me through the hardest season of my life.
When my mom died, everything changed overnight. The world felt quieter, heavier, and unfamiliar. Like so many people navigating grief, I found myself searching for comfort wherever I could find it.
For me, that comfort became art.
Shortly after she passed away, I had one of the most vivid dreams I’ve ever experienced. She was surrounded by flowers. When I woke up, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Almost without realizing it, I started painting flowers over and over again. Every time I picked up a brush, another bouquet, wildflower, or colorful bloom appeared.
Painting became my therapy.
This collection is called Blooming Through Her because even though she isn’t physically here anymore, I am still growing through everything she taught me. These paintings don’t erase grief. They remind me that healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning to carry love forward.
Every piece in this collection holds a memory, a feeling, or a small step in that healing process.
read more about my grief journey here on the blog – “Healing Through Art After Loss & Navigating Grief”

I never planned to create an entire collection about grief.
I simply painted what my heart needed.
Flowers became my language when words felt impossible. Some paintings reflect hope. Others capture heartbreak. Some were created through tears, while others came during moments when I finally laughed again.
Together, these grief art prints tell the story of healing that isn’t linear. They remind me that love continues to grow, even after loss.

I painted Healing Wings during one of the hardest stretches of grief, in the middle of a long Ohio winter. I found myself longing for sunshine, spring flowers, and anything that reminded me life would bloom again. The flowers and butterflies became symbols of transformation, hope, and the connection I still feel to my mom’s spirit.

This piece came from a night when I sat with my grief and simply worked through it in my sketchbook. Painting has become one of the healthiest ways I’ve found to process everything instead of keeping it bottled up.
As I kept painting, the colors grew brighter and the sun slowly emerged across the page. By the time I finished, the piece reminded me of those small moments of hope that begin to peek through, even in the middle of heartbreak. Signs of Sunshine is about noticing those little reminders that life won’t always feel so heavy.
View Signs of Sunshine here on my website

Where Her Spirit Feels Free was the very first painting I created after my mom passed away. I painted it within days of losing her, when everything still felt unfamiliar, overwhelming, and impossibly raw.
One of my favorite memories is taking my mom to the ocean for the very first time. She was in her 40s, but she ran into the waves like a little kid experiencing the world for the first time. That memory has stayed with me ever since.
This painting imagines her doing the same, surrounded by dragonflies, which were her favorite. While I wish she were still here, this piece holds onto the hope that she’s experiencing that same freedom and joy in her afterlife. Her life on earth carried so much hardship, and I like to picture her finally feeling light, playful, and completely at peace.
Learn more about Where Her Spirit Runs Free

Signs of Mom was inspired by my mom’s love for dragonflies and the countless times one has crossed my path since she passed away.
I’ve come to see dragonflies as little reminders that love never really leaves us. Whether they’re simply beautiful insects or something more, they’ve brought me quiet moments of comfort exactly when I’ve needed them most. This painting serves as a reminder that the people we love can continue to shape our lives in unexpected ways.
Explore Signs of Mom here on my website.

Petals From the Mess started on a scrap piece of paper while I was mixing leftover paint during an anxious day. Without planning it, those leftover colors slowly became a garden of flowers. It reminded me that something beautiful can grow from seasons that feel messy, uncertain, and broken.
See Petals From The Mess here on my website.

This painting is one of the most personal pieces in the collection. It was the painting sitting on my easel the week my mom passed away. I named it What I Would Give because there are so many things I would give for one more conversation, one more hug, or one more ordinary day with her.
Take a closer look at What I Would Give here.

Grief has taught me that healing doesn’t have a finish line. This painting embraces loose layers, unfinished flowers, and imperfect marks because that’s exactly what healing looks like. It’s still becoming, and so am I.
View Unfinished Beauty here on my website.

Whispers in the Garden was created during the early days of grieving my mom. Painting flowers became my creative therapy, and this lively garden of colorful blooms reminds me that love, hope, and growth can continue even after unimaginable loss.
Explore Whispers In The Garden here.

Creating these grief art prints didn’t take away my grief.
They gave me somewhere to put it.
Every brushstroke became a conversation with my mom – Every flower became a reminder that beauty can still exist alongside heartbreak…Every painting helped me take one small step forward.
If you’ve found your way here because you’re grieving someone you love, I hope these paintings remind you that healing doesn’t mean leaving them behind.
Love has a way of continuing to bloom.
And somehow, through all of this, I am still blooming through her.

Thanks for reading my love! Remember to stay shining and stay creating! ☀️
sincerely, your artsy friend that is rooting for you-
