Finding your style as an artist can be a struggle. Art students in universities often agonize over how best to express themselves. Many try lots of different styles and techniques both to explore what's out there, and also in search of the one that feels the most right for them.

We all struggle at times with what to say and how to say it. More accurately, we struggle with how to express our feelings and with the considerations of how the person we love will interpret what we say. True love, commitment, ongoing effort... are all needed, but the adventure starts before any of those are established.

One evening, when during sunset, a mother and her little son walked up a hill-he had met her on her way back from work, talking about being a poet someday, perhaps even a farmer, that he'd take care of her when she got old. He had but to lifted his eyes, and there it was as clear as daybreak to be seen in her eyes, though in years, and miles away; and now with the day being covered over by night, an orange brightening surrounded the last opening of what was left of day. And what was the Great Truth?