Have you ever stood in the back of a crowd and tried to see what was going on up front? For the socially blundered, we often end up in the back of the class. This painting reminded me of trying to see my daughter, Parker. A genuinely mad crowd turn their backs just so one can’t see. I’m thankful to have a hand to hold me up in case I want to lean in.
So far it’s 700 plus days and hundreds of paintings later and still looking on. The fire behind isn’t very hot anymore.
Another acrylic painting, on canvas 18×24