This One Reflects…

Some of the feelings I experienced when my brother went through his addiction. I felt so desolate…

The experience led me to think about a lot of things. He went though a time of homelessness and wandering. Everytime an unshaven lost person begged me for a dollar I’d stop and pray for him hoping that someone on the other side of the country was doing the same for my brother. It gave me a whole new perspective on street people. It’s not that I was heartless or unsympathetic before, but I wasn’t pained.

I put two cut outs below that are loosely taken from the places I’ve circled. This piece is so big that when I scanned it in I had to do it in two parts then try to piece them together via Photodraw. I wasn’t able to get them perfectly lined up.