A wise and loving relative told me yesterday that “grief is love with nowhere to go”.
My “Bad Art” looks back over my life’s recollections, for the most part. Once in a while, I look forward while I draw — always glancing in the rearview mirror, of course. I can’t help myself.
I’ve been working on this piece off and on for months, and it makes me hopeful.
38 in. x 38 in.
