I stared at my odd-shaped canvas for weeks. I waited for its instructions. I itched to mix colour, but the canvas sat white and mute.
I distracted myself with housework and TV. I started the Firefly series. Minutes in, I dropped my dishcloth and ran to the paints. Colours called. I mixed. I painted. The inspired spirit emerged on canvas while a moral play unfolded a future glimpse before me. I smiled and swayed to the music of story and truth in adversity. Colours danced.
So of course, this painting is for
His name was on my tongue before I'd painted a stroke.