This sketch was inspired when there was absolutely no reason to be or feel hopeful. I was bedridden, dying in California after IV antibiotic treatments for Lyme that put my liver in a coma. Even though i was unable to speak without oxygen, unable to feed myself, unable to bathe, use the bathroom or complete basic tasks alone, my family was facing financial ruin because a trip that was supposed to last for 10 days was lasting for over 6 months since i could not fly and we were stuck in a hotel room - i STILL had eternal and everlasting HOPE. I still believed, that no matter what, against all odds i would beat this.
My extended family found out later about my illness and our financial need and held fundraisers for me that allowed me to continue to receive treatment and afford our hotel, otherwise we would have lost our home and been stranded.
A top American doctor for Lyme/CFS heard about my story and contacted ME to help and discuss intervention for my case. This is when i decided to sketch this image and sent the original back to him as a gesture of gratitude, since i was not able to express myself in any other way. Words and money had absolutely no meaning and lost all value. It is then when i discovered that genorousity does not have to equal monetary value. Loving actions as simple as a smile or kind glance can be more than sufficient.
I drew this curtain, barely able to move my pencil for hrs and days on end. The curtain was the only thing i got to see in California for months on end, it was directly across from my bed. Sunny California was only a few inches away on the other side of the wall and i experienced 99% of my stay in the hotel room starring at this curtain.
All i could see and feel when i looked at it was HOPE, because i intrinsically knew that behind the curtain, after all the darkness - was where all the light and love existed. All i had to do was move through the darkness.
"The darkest hour comes right before dawn"
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