vine charcoal, conte, acrylic
not sure how i feel about this one yet. it's hard to put a lot of work into something only to be marginally satisfied with it, but what can you do? art is like that sometimes: a monster of its own.
i like the portrayal of the concept i had in my mind which was one of doing something by faith and how you may get discouraged or tired of doing it, but that doesn't mean it is for nothing or not bearing any result.
i think a lot of people i know have felt like this and have wondered whether what they are doing is fruitful or not, only to look back and realize the trail of beauty left behind them. it's hard when you're in the moment though, for sure.
"and let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not"