Grey

August 4, 1959 (2:45 PM)

I'm in the forest. I decided to leave our crappy trailer that we call a home for a few days. I'm camping. My parents don't care. My sisters don't care. If anything, they were more than happy to get me out of the house.

I have a bag filled with my art stuff (sketch pads, pencils, pens, colored pencils, extra paper), a sleeping bag, a flashlight, and my stuffed animal, Moe. Moe the Tiger. I have had Moe all of my life. He is, obviously, a stuffed animal tiger. He is dingy yellow and faded black-ish grey-ish striped fur. He used to be soft. Now, he's missing patches of fur. He has a heart sewn on his chest. The heart is dark red.

This forest is my favorite place ever. It's so calm and peaceful. I usually stay here on weekends, even if it is snowy or too hot or rainy. No matter the conditions outside, I will still go to my haven: the forest.

I often come out here to draw. I love to draw nature. It is God's gift to us, and I like to enjoy and celebrate it. Sometimes, I even draw with sticks and mud, just to get closer to nature through art.

Right now, I am drawing a picture of Lucifer. I am almost done with it. The drawing is of him from about the shoulders up. He is smiling, as always, no surprise. (I can't even imagine him NOT smiling.) He is wearing a nice white button-down shirt. There is a heart drawn on his chest, since he seems to have a big heart. In the background, there are stacks of books, because he is so smart and loves books.

I hear rustling in the leaves.... I will go and see what it is.... Probably just a bunny or something....