When people ask me how my Christmas was, to all but a few close friends, I answer, “nice.” But it’s not the whole truth. The few days before Christmas, they were better than nice, but on Christmas day, The Walker knocked at my door and I let him in. On Christmas morning I found myself in a full blown panic. So much of a panic that when Jon gave me my gifts…well…lets just say, I had a hard time receiving them. So the day was bumpy, and we did the best we could, not completely unpleasant, but not the joyous Christmas thing either.
So, not feeling the Christmas spirit, and trying to make sense of what I was feeling, I picked up my sketch pad and pencil and drew. I made seven different drawings. Different from each other and different from most of the drawings I’ve done before. I feel like altogether, they tell a story. The problem is, I have no idea what the story is about. But, they seem important enough for me to want to share them with you. So here they are.