with a son without the sun
few and far between
what this photo doesn't show is the frustration that he felt due to his painting not coming out how he saw it in his mind's eye. it was hard not to laugh in silent understanding. he has the mind of a designer, but the soul of a painter...the war of worlds.
one of my biggest motherworries over the past year had been the lack of the process of art in his life. he has found it again and is learning to be patient with a fleeting cloud.
An Unsaid Word
She who has power to call her man
From that estranged intensity
Where his mind forages alone,
Yet keeps her pace and leaves him free,
And when his thoughts to her return
Stands where he left her, still his own,
Knows this the hardest thing to learn.