I began working on this piece, "be still, my heart of rage", about a year ago after the death of my brother. My intention at the time was to express all of the emotional chaos that I was feeling. I arrived at the idea of a heart, shattered to pieces... yet, still visible and discernible amid the chaos. The more I worked on it, the more it became a self-portrait. Each plane grew progressively more difficult to face or address. I struggled with it for quite some time before finally shelving it and moving on to something else. As I sit here tonight, working on it once again, I can feel his presence around me. Tonight, each plane carries new discoveries, new unexpected surprises. I am excited and energized by this painting. It feels as though we are just hanging out, catching up and watching the piece evolve, like a conversation between brothers.