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This is a pencil drawing that I did while I was admitted to a hospital in 1994 for
major suicidal depression. I only had a No.2 pencil to work with. The staff wouldn't let me sharpen the pencil
mechanically, so I had to constantly rub the pencil at an angle, until I was able to wear off enough of the graphite
to resemble a point. This drawing has very special meaning for me. The tree in the background, with
the broken limb, is me. The tree stands alone, next to an empty pit. The trees in the foreground depict various
members of the family. In the lower left forground..the two youngest girls. Just in back of them (and the tallest
tree) is my ex-wife. The two other trees in the middle right forground, are my two eldest children. They are moving
away on the ground from which they grew. The circle underneath (the detail is fuzzy) is a sphere, surrounded by
the roots of the trees. This sphere held the family together. But now, the sphere is cracked...and may be repaired
in time. This drawing will remain on my wall as a constant reminder.
Detail of Cracked Sphere

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