Inside out

I had a turbulent week last week. I was the turbulence. Overwhelmed, overloaded. And I did my thing. Cry it out. Paint it out. Instead of my own story, I started drawing someone else's. A young man I met earlier that day. As the drawing below shows, my focus was just in the darkness in his life. When I got home and had access to my paints, I reflected on the light and hope in in him when he talked about his future dreams. I will post the final result as soon as the glazing on that painting is dry. You will see some shadows, since this is part of his and all our lives. But the rest of this painting speaks of life, dreams, hope.