I met this young woman a couple of years ago. She was studying, I taught a workshop she was in. I thought her beautiful.
Sometime later, we had a coffee. We sat for an hour, warm cups in hand. She told me of her life. The background behind those hot-chocolate eyes, sharp cheekbones, clear pale skin.
It was painful to hear. Made me understand her hiding behind her pulled-over-her-head hoodie, hiding from the world, walking mostly silent in it.
This young woman, she does so well just to make it on an everyday basis. I admire her so much, just for getting up and going to work and staying off the drugs her mother and so many of her family use to numb what for them must be a horrible life.
During our conversation, she said some words to me that I wrote down. They have been in the back of my head for years.
This morning I finally drew them down.
This shot's a close up.
It ain't pretty, this artwork. It is fairly fcking bleak, when you get to see the work entire.
But some days are like that.
And it is worth making some marks that help us remember that for some people, nearly every day is.
[This one's for you, A.]