Sometimes there's sadness. While we keep busy working, living life, darting from activity to activity, there are those walking among us who are hurting. The silent sadness. They struggle in secret. Broken. Weeping alone. They are private. But perhaps, if we slow down to see them, really see them, they might succumb to a moment of true vulnerability. This is for you. My hope. That my art can bring some healing. I see you. I acknowledge your pain a

May 24, 2016 at 09:23PM