Two figures make their way into the mist, depending on each other. This painting is special to me personally as I made it when I was thinking a lot about my children and how to best help them navigate the coming years of adolescence.

If you've read The Road by Cormac McCarthy, you know this scene, and its importance in the story. The father knows he is dying, and admonishes his son to "carry the fire" after he is gone. What is the fire but a sense of goodness and nobility and righteousness in the truest sense? I pray that I may carry that same fire and pass it on to my children, who carry it to their children and their children's children.