There are times in life when being alone is about more than physical isolation. The “in-between times,” I like to call them, are when we are left to discover an unknown path that tests who we believe we are. They are in-between times because once the transition to this new path is complete and the unknown becomes the uncovered, we in turn uncover a new layer of ourselves. And that is a beautiful discovery.
The Lonesome Journey by Maynard Dixon exemplifies the feeling of these times, and it struck a chord with me when I first saw it. It is thought to be the last painting Dixon did before he passed away, which, considering the painting