Sometimes life feels like one endless stream of crises, and it seems like I'm barely hanging on by my fingernails, just so I can keep that stream flowing. And in the course of the struggle, I realize good things do sometimes happen. The weariness on my face in this work reflects the toll the struggles sometimes take. But, for me this piece has a bright spot, where my daughter wrote "Ruca was here," on the edge of it without me realizing it until later.