Sometimes a poem inspires me to illustrate it. This is one of my favorite poems and the painting that it inspired:

Harlem

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?