Possibly my most prized and favorite piece, the stalwart yet charming forest rests almost within the sunset – a strange view to take in, from a vantage point to be envied. First I drew with crayon. It became a mess, frustration, despair – yet, it was redeemed, as I came back with last freedom, rawness, and truth – colored pencil, oil pastel, and paint – turning a failure, a mistake, a pain, into something that, well, looked good. What is great is not the piece, but that I created it, without thinking it was great. That something bad was turned into something good.