Sunday, April 30, 2006
Every-time I rub my finger into a blood red color and smear it on paper, I think of you, my teacher and muse.
Yup, you're sick. Heck you died twice this winter. The last time you died your kidney's stopped functioning and now it's all down to blood.
Nothing can take the impurities out of your body except dialysis. You jokingly said last week, "I'm hanging on by a thread..."
That thread is a thin red line.
My painting is dedicated to you and your hope.
I pray you can keep these red lines running as long as you want.
Posted by J.N. at 5:05 PM