Are we destined for one direction or another?
An ages old question and one I felt compelled, guided to bring forth through color and line using my own visual language.
A story of two sons, their mother. My own interpretation. (and artist's license to change some details).
Unless, of course, it really is an exiting of the cave perspective
...what it looks like to turn around,
and stop looking at the shadows ...cast by the fire,
and enter into the truth of life.
In Hope,
JR