He’s hanging in there. Thomas defeats all odds. He’s died and been brought back to life, survived two kidney transplants, and countless other surgeries and the guy is still kicking, sassy and manages to help others along the way.
The story of this image goes that he came across this random heart shaped leaf in the concrete crack and one single green bit of growth. He has shared with me how he feels that this image is a metaphor of his life. Living despite the odds. I added his fingers as if they are clinging to life… or are they slipping?
That’s for you to decide.
My thumbprint is touching his painted finger as my way to offer him my true connection.
He’s hanging in there. Thomas defeats all odds. He’s died and been brought back to life, survived two kidney transplants, and countless other surgeries and the guy is still kicking, sassy and manages to help others along the way.
The story of this image goes that he came across this random heart shaped leaf in the concrete crack and one single green bit of growth. He has shared with me how he feels that this image is a metaphor of his life. Living despite the odds. I added his fingers as if they are clinging to life… or are they slipping?
That’s for you to decide.
My thumbprint is touching his painted finger as my way to offer him my true connection.
Hands of generations. Tiny hands seeking comfort, Grandma's hands offering security. My grandbaby was so tired, and sleepy, as you can see from her tiny fist raised to her eyes. Clutching my hand, she was seeking a safe space to fall asleep. Offering her my hand, I offered reassurance. I’m here, rest now.
