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I Will Not Forget

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By Lacey Christensen 

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Prints: All prints are made on an archival, fine art matte, giclée paper with a high-quality fine art finish which helps keep the artwork untarnished from sun rays and time decay. The image goes to the edge of the paper unless otherwise requested with customer service.

Canvases: All canvases come stretched, gallery wrapped, on a .75 inch width frame and are ready to hang on the wall. The art will be mirror wrapped to preserve the front perspective of the piece. Please contact our customer service team if you would like to request a rolled canvas instead of a stretched canvas.

A message from the artist: 

The scriptures tell of ancient Israelites who complained that God was treating them unfairly. In response, Jehovah asked, “For can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb?” As unlikely as it is that a loving mother would forget her infant child, Jehovah declared that His devotion was even more steadfast. He affirmed: “Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. …

I had an interesting experience these passed couple weeks, Olivia reached out to me with a very special request. It is a sensitive topic but I hope the spirit will convey the message of love that is intended. It has recently come to light the many lives lost of indigenous children in residential schools. In an attempt to show support and love for the residential school survivors, to honor and remember the beautiful children who never made it home, Olivia and I collaborated together to create this art piece for those who are mourning and struggling with this. As we communicated back and forth, as she shared her experiences and knowledge and I studied. And this is the picture that came into my mind: 

A strong being, almost like a grand Spirit. She calmed my heart. She is all the elements of the soul and of earth. She is the wind, the sun, the soil, the flowers, the rocks, She is light. No evil will win her. I saw her in a blanket wrapped around Her and these two children. The blanket was earth. I saw Warmth. A boy and a girl, who were once cold, scared, and alone. Now, loved and safe.

You can hide any story, bury it, destroy it. But in the end, She is the very soil You walk on, the air You breathe, She is life, and justice will come. Until that day.. We can have empathy and morn with those Who mourn, We can lift up the heads that hang low, We can bear one another’s burdens, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort. 

We may not be able to alter the journey, but We can make sure no one walks it alone. Surely that is what it means to bear one another’s burdens. -Jeffery R. Holland