My oldest daughter sleeps with a tiny purple bear every night. The thing is so small that it gets lost easily and we always have put out a search warrant for the little purple lad. I painted this on a nurses pass from school.
I was painting with my two little ones and I splashed this out. It's all about washable Crayola, at least for this illustration. It's me when I was younger hanging on Cedar Street.
The story of the tin man is inspiring because I think somewhere down the line we all lose heart and have to fight to regain it. It is quite the journey really.