Here's another sketch - I felt I was neglecting my pastels so I came back to them for this one.

I think this piece is about coming to terms with the past. Most of us remember the past with fondness and try to enshrine old friends and good times in our mind.

In reality, the past is dead. There is little point in trying to hang on to it: people move on and things evolve. Friends turn into strangers, enemies dissolve into the crowd and old flames become someone else's lovers.

However, feelings for people and places still linger and as much as I want to stick to my guns I can't help but to feel slave to the good times of the past...where flames burned, ashes and cinders remain; and here I am still, bringing flowers to a beautiful grave.