#6_”Ravishing Unified Mass”
Ravishing Unified Mass, Mixed Media on Canvas, 48 × 60”
© 2015 David Alan Sincavage. All Rights Reserved.
Sometimes a painting isn’t just a painting—it’s a pause.
A breath held in the middle of time.
Wrapped in the emotions of a costly divorce and an exhilarating new love, Ravishing Unified Mass came out of that space—somewhere between chaos and calm, between the questions we ask and the silence that often answers.
The Fall
In 2015, I lost everything in my divorce.
I asked for it, and she took everything.
My dream gallery — gone.
My home — gone.
My 401(k) — emptied.
And to top it off, I was handed a $4,000-a-month, 12-year garnishment of my wages.
I looked up at the stars and thanked God for taking the weight of it all.
And I just laughed. Yes, it hurt financially. But only financially.
Laughing and doing some more painting with my music was my way of defeating the event.
The Rise
I lost everything—but I gained so much more.
In that moment, I experienced Love as the greater emotion—greater than Doubt, greater than Fear.
Love, greater than the tangible things we cling to in this life.
I could sleep at night knowing that I did not harm the other party.
In the end, money cannot buy happiness.
The Meditation
Ravishing Unified Mass carries a meditation—on joy, on awe, on what it means to be human, moving through the universe with eyes wide open.
And alongside the brushwork, these words emerged:
May the gods be so pleased with man's manic points of sacred joy
that they gift our wonder as we travel in this ravishing unified mass.
Will enough ever be enough to crawl back to Utopia?
Generations cry out loudly to be heard... only to die unheard of.
The painting doesn’t explain the poem.
And the poem doesn’t explain the painting.
They just sit together—like old friends—wondering, feeling, and holding space for anyone who stumbles across them.
The Message
This piece is about unity and finding our bliss—but also about loss.
Losing “things” that don’t hold any true value.
Yes, owning a gallery was my dream, but losing it didn’t take away my ability to create… and to create a new path.
A new life of love and laughter.
It’s about how we hurtle through time together, hoping that what we feel, what we create, what we cry out… matters.
Maybe it does.
Maybe that’s the gift.
Artist’s Note
This work means a lot to me. It came from a place where everything was stripped away, and yet, there was still beauty. If you’ve ever felt like you were starting over from zero, I hope this piece reminds you: there’s still love out there. Still laughter. Still something bigger moving through you. Art saved me. Maybe it can do a little saving for you too.
