Alex brought home a blank canvas from the second hand shop. After a while he opened up his box of pencils, and pens. He brought out the paints, brushes.
An image took form. We were happy to see him with his paint box open, again. I think his AP art class kind of left him burnt out for a while.
I've come to appreciate the photographs of how his work progresses, because I cannot be sure where it's going, what will appear, what will be gone, forever. For me, the layers are always there, a part of the whole, and I enjoy seeing the process, in all of its evolutions.
Even the changing light... from the kitchen lights, at night... to the morning sunlight, the image was always changing.
For a time, it was like a guest come to stay, sitting there, beside the dining table. Another face. Familiar.