the jacket
He was beautiful and brilliant and funny. That jacket still feels like him. Even though it’s gone through the wash. I can’t wear it. It feels too heavy.
He was beautiful and brilliant and funny. That jacket still feels like him. Even though it’s gone through the wash. I can’t wear it. It feels too heavy.
paintingpoppy 
February 25, 2017 at 12:09 pm
Excellent work.
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February 25, 2017 at 7:28 pm
I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind. If you do, please delete the comment. -I’ve looked at this a number of times today. I’ve also showed my wife. This piece reached me. This is what I see. – The shoulders of the jacket are nearly hunching. As if the person who wore it asked it to. Possibly they held onto too much together. Blue Collar, get physical and dirty that screams home town to me. I want to pull the jacket from the painting and put it on. Or give it to someone who would love it as much as the jacket deserves to be loved. The name tag is full of compassion and is brilliant. The darkness of the interior of the jacket and empty sleeves push my mind to sadness-This is just my take. It’s what I see. Thank you for posting this. It’s incredible.
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February 27, 2017 at 5:59 pm
Yes! Exactly! Thank you for sharing your reaction.
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February 25, 2017 at 7:43 pm
I really feel this. Thank you. Lovely work.
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February 27, 2017 at 5:59 pm
Thank you!
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