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August 9, 2014
Art therapy was hard today. I built on last weeks session in which I drew an image of a cold, aloof mother and I as the marred spindly colt which was hiding under a crib, in the shadows. Today I drew my son, exiting a house through a doorway which was shadowed. All around the house and in front of him, there was morning, bright sunlight, yet he remained in the shadow of a balcony which had crib like railings. In comparing the two drawings, one could see they were related by use of chalk and the swirls of sky.