The Guitar
I made this painting for a friend when I found out he was ill.
Charlie was like a father to me. He taught me about Jesus and guitars. He was my prayer warrior and a dear friend. He was an excellent musician and a very kind man.
I didn’t know how to paint, yet I yielded the brushes with heart. I knew how much he loved his American Flag Peavey Generation guitar, so I thought I could recreate an image of it. The original was GORGEOUS, so my hope was to create something better than a scribble.
I sent the painting to him right after his diagnosis. I don’t know if he ever received it, but it was the only way I knew how to say “Thank you” for everything he had done.