Marker Art #65: Blessed

This lady developed slowly after a long day thinking about the words I used to hear from folks at the Night Ministry bus. People always referred to themselves as “Blessed”–every day, just because they woke up that morning, or because they received food from us, or because they heard from a family  member that day. Blessings were everywhere. I wondered what it would look like to wear them all. I figured something, perhaps, like this.