charcoal fabriano paper, 70cm x 100cm
How much more stuff do need before I will be content? What can fill up this aching longing inside of me? I find myself envying others, coverting their stuff..., I am like a brute beast led by simple physical wants, blind to the overflowing wealth of a precious family, health, peace and joy that is my reality. Oh that I could truly learn what it means to be content in all circumstances...whether with little or plenty.
