This may always be my favorite work. I hope I can find a copy somewhere that does not have that watermark on it. I must have the original in one of the hundred sketch pads. She's not perfect. But she is raw. And from the heart. I tried to capture the Mary I know in my heart. The sorrow. The joy. The authentic human. The immaculate heart. I cannot fathom her inner beauty. Every mother is most beloved and most beautiful to her child. Imagine creating your own. Most of us would choose our mother still. When I see her, I see my mother. And yours. And a thousand mothers who love their children more than their own lives. Who want all children to live in peace. And safety. And never suffer. Or die. I see a faith beyond understanding. And a love beyond measure.
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