This piece is a self portrait, and a depiction of my own grieiving process when I lost my best friend. This is a visualization to a poem. "But there are days when I dont lie to myself, and I simply fall apart remaining broken, 'cause you aren't here to sew me back together, Keeping me in tact like you used to, So my healing has become a brand new feeling, Because although the wounds aren't fresh they still bleed, But I am no longer drowning myself in the rivers and oceans I've cried, I now instead, tread the waves of your river." - Rest in Peace, Shavon Reid. You are forever loved and remembered. Oil on 18x24 in. Mixed Media Paper 2017