20" x 30" oil on canvas

When the one you hold most dear has been in chronic pain with no end in sight, lack of sleep and no sign of lasting help, can't remember the last time there wasn't any pain, rational thinking and reason has temporarily been itched away. Watching and listening to your most beloved moan and cry, with sights and sound you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, claws at your very soul. When the one most positive, optimistic person you have ever met has lost all hope and has attempted to exit the stage. Sideline judges speak in shadows out of ignorance and cast reasons why, out of their houses made of glass. The raw grit of like won't let you run. Selflessly giving, you are the eternal optimist for the other.