This is a pencil sketch that was digitally colored.
Baggage has somehow become a way of life. It is as if everything I see, touch and hear is tainted by this baggage. It’s as if my hands are tied and my mind is bound in another place and time while my body moves about the daily grind of work, house, garden, caretaker and overseer.
I marvel at how much the mind can juggle and still manage to accomplish tasks. I’m even more amazed how that same mind can help make a difference in the lives of others who are not privy to its inner burdens.