It's interesting how the mind works, how reading something innocuous, like this post from my good friend Khaled can bring an entire missive to life, to resurrect long dead feelings and amplify the mournful cry of emptiness in ones soul.
Time for some context.
It is a little known fact that I am a classically trained fine artist. I studied for three years with some of the finest living artists I have had the privilege to know at Asbury College. Going into the program my only real talent was drawing, if you can call it that, but while there I discovered that I had a deep love, if no talent for, painting and I am a gifted sculptor. It was at Asbury that I actually discovered what drawing was, and developed into a skilled drawer, specifically in the area of the figure.