Spring
New artwork is on its way to the mill. I pretty much have to disappear for a while in order to make that happen. Then, spring comes: lunch dates, time to help friends who are grieving, maybe I cook a real meal here and there, even wear make-up on a no-big-deal-regular day. My personal spring couldn't come at a better time, because it's spring. And I'm needed.
It's just beautiful outside. And I'm determined to soak it in before the Arizona summer descends.

Furthermore, the style of the artwork is beautiful and quiet, not jeering or jokey. I don't
believe it is meant to poke fun at the subject. If anyone, I think it's mocking us as a people for not seeing past this man's appearance. This piece has meaning for me.
I'm sad he's gone.