Sometimes a poem inspires me to illustrate it. This is one of my favorite poems and the painting that it inspired:
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat Or crust and sugar over - Like a syrupy sweet Maybe it just sags Like a heavy load. Or does it explode?