”I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost.”

Carried across Chicago lawns littered with soda cans, a conversation piece with big sisters, talking about how their little brothers swinging on playgrounds could be recruited into gangs, a large item stowed onto a bus and sitting on the subway as I returned to New York to start over, a piece displayed in a school gallery, this painting has carried me through the heights and depths of my college years, dirt, tears, and memories preserved on invisible layers of varnish.