A brother appeared while sketching our Holy Father. I see him as a priest or brother, maybe something more like Jesus shinning inside and through him? He is patient with Jim Thomas’ color crazy crayon work. He just let me paint his face all kinds of wild things. He endures it, His child is having fun and He likes to watch his child’s face as dramatic blues and oranges intersect with dark reds and a dripping blue, here comes some crazy green and then His little one dips his brush in a bucket of black pixels and turns what he just did into…. well… black blotch and then he undo’s it and trys a whispy purple back and a break-the-rules hideous looking brush full of pixels that makes His child doubt his abilities and so He patiently points his son to a hue that satisfies the little one for a bit and that is all we can really ask of our beloved. He smiles and lets me awkwardly fine tune the insanely obvious, and over the top decisions that now look like mistakes and so they should be fixed because they are not accomplishments! He laughs because He just made a funny. There are many things that His child doesn’t see but He has given his child a certain license to explore, safely, the far reaching joy in expression.