Silvia Point of View

When I got home, I spent the rest of the day painting. It wasn't the kind of art that would end up in a gallery, it was more frustration painting. Therapeutic painting. You could tell by the shape the brush stroke had on the canvas; The colors mixed, sometimes harshly, sometimes softly. They were vibrant and furious colors that merged together.

At the end of the day, I pulled out the painting I had started of Gerard.

From the sketch, I started to paint it. It was still far from finished, but little by little his image was revealed on the canvas. I wanted to get...