|  | | Going No Place, Lost in the Dream | | | | | This was the last illustration that my Mom saw me paint for the storybook as she lay dying in the hospital from cancer. I practically lived at the hospital and painted when I could. This illustration, though it wasn't intentional, seemed to match the melancholy one goes through as a loved one dies. I really don't know if those who have read the book actually caught on to any of the book's deeper intent, but from a personal level the book is a work of art that I mined from real life experiences. At the time, I was actually growing a sunflower in a pot that my Mom gave me earlier that spring. I managed to keep that flower alive, caring for it inside, perched on my bedroom window sill, until January when, like all things, it too had to die. | |
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