about a man named james.
i remember one morning at church, hearing my mom and her friend talking about how he shot himself in the head in his grandma's house. and how they put his ashes in the ocean. i was six or seven years old. i knew him. he was twenty something then. i don't think i remember what he looked like. but we went to the same church. and the car my parents drove then, was the car he used to drive. he was friends with my mom and dad.
i don't know why i thought about this recently. why i remembered suddenly, something that happened so long ago. i feel like i didn't know him. i was only six. but i feel so sad about it still. when i think about it. i don't know why i've been thinking about it.
i will, now that you've suggested it, actually.
i'm waiting till april but, after that, if there's a print you want to buy, just let me know and i'll give you the details after i've worked them out...and then make the print for you. (:
I'm going to be so broke (in a very good way) by the end of the year thanks to your art
<3
anyway...great style and framing.
And congrats on getting a DD. You deserve some attention!
so many compliments. thanks, wow.
yeah, death doesn't really seem real until it hits home.
and. it can hit home when you wouldn't expect it to.
He was from out of state and here for school. I had only talked to him once or twice.
I really like your drawing even though it makes me sad.
especially...i dunno. a different kind of sad actually...when you don't really know the person. but it still affects you. i bet he didn't know. that it would affect you. i don't think anyone knows the magnitude of the ripple that occurs when they take their life. i doubt james knew that a six year old who didn't really know him would still think about him and wonder. and draw a picture. and these people who ended up seeing it. it blows my mind. i dunno.