Head Like a Hole

by Andrew Van Wey

She was starting to understand the truth of it all: most friends didn’t grow older and closer. They simply grew apart.

I like to think we’re the sum total of all those who helped us or hurt us or simply shared our life for a moment.

“Your work is lovely and adequate, yes, your technique acceptable. Your paintings would look wonderful upon the walls of a hotel or a hospital or… wherever. But greatness only comes from the balance of the eye and the heart. Unless you can be honest with yourself, unless you can be brave and take risks, then I’m afraid there’s little any of us can do for your journey.”