So What
Running from his burning bridge he closes his
eyes as he leaps off the edge of the world. His
rag doll that bites the hand that feeds in tow. He
had his reasons but they too burned in his
holier then though past. There was no rescue. I
know... a lot. It was something that dad was
going through towards the end, my twisted
perception is what inspired my imagery. Hind
sight is a bitch. My crutches could only carry so
much weight.
11 x 17 inches Guache on Watercolor paper  
Painted in 1996