I have another piece in the works. I spent most of Sunday in my office/studio with my head to the drawing board. My poor hubbly saw me maybe twice all day long, but I feel so good about it.
I was listening to Elliot Smith for a little while when I was drawing and started thinking about my cousin who comitted suicide a few years back. I was never sure of the situation or the reasons why he did it, but when can anyone understand that. In my mind, I started to compare the phrase of 'someone came and took your peace of mind' to how he must have felt.
I looked at my drawing and started seeing peace in her eyes and I hope that is what he eventually felt. Peace.