Words can not express my love for this man. His autobiography was one of the hardest/most wonderful reads I've ever experienced. A student made this piece of art for me. Tears formed as I finally hung it up in my classroom this morning. I think this makes it official. My most prized processions in my life are the pieces of artwork I have received. Maybe it's because of the fond memories of art... maybe it's my lack of talent/work ethic to learn how.... maybe it's because I have witnessed time and time again how difficult art is... for whatever reason I love art. Every time I look at this sketch by Camela I am so humbled that she would give me such beauty.