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The title for this is taken from an amazing piece of music from one of the best movies I've ever seen: Cloud Atlas. Seriously, listen to this music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcyxYT…

A few weeks ago, I lost someone extremely important to me. His name was Mr. John Schwarz. He was my art teacher, a friend, and one of the most important people I've ever met.

He taught me absolutely everything I know. He opened my mind in so many different ways I can't even describe it. He was one of the most creative people I've met, and he always guided me and encouraged me during my school years. The man was like a second father to me, and I felt that I had to draw something in honor of his life.

I don't think I did him justice. I poured my heart into this drawing more than I have any drawing in a long, long time. And yet ironically, I think this is the least creative thing I've done in a while (which is really quite an accomplishment). Literally everything in this drawing is either something I've drawn before or something that's been seen a million times somewhere else. It's sloppy, underdeveloped, and forgettable. I feel like the description I'm writing right now is better than this drawing. This is probably disgracing everything he taught me. So I might fix it or alter it later. But I had to draw something.

I wanted the world below to be dark, horrid, and haunting, and the world above to be really peaceful and wonderful, so that the picture was totally divided in half. The reason for this was because he didn't just die of age; he had cancer for a while. I also wanted anything flat, 2-D and black to represent something eternal and spiritual (the angels, the arms of the dadaism mountain, and the artwork inside the tears). I also wanted the streams from his body to go through a door and up to heaven, so that made it easy to pick the title.

Mr. Schwarz was a Christian, and this is the type of family I was raised in too. I can only hope that he was right, and that someday I get to see him again.

Description
The title for this is taken from an amazing piece of music from one of the best movies I've ever seen: Cloud Atlas. Seriously, listen to this music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcyxYT…

A few weeks ago, I lost someone extremely important to me. His name was Mr. John Schwarz. He was my art teacher, a friend, and one of the most important people I've ever met.

He taught me absolutely everything I know. He opened my mind in so many different ways I can't even describe it. He was one of the most creative people I've met, and he always guided me and encouraged me during my school years. The man was like a second father to me, and I felt that I had to draw something in honor of his life.

I don't think I did him justice. I poured my heart into this drawing more than I have any drawing in a long, long time. And yet ironically, I think this is the least creative thing I've done in a while (which is really quite an accomplishment). Literally everything in this drawing is either something I've drawn before or something that's been seen a million times somewhere else. It's sloppy, underdeveloped, and forgettable. I feel like the description I'm writing right now is better than this drawing. This is probably disgracing everything he taught me. So I might fix it or alter it later. But I had to draw something.

I wanted the world below to be dark, horrid, and haunting, and the world above to be really peaceful and wonderful, so that the picture was totally divided in half. The reason for this was because he didn't just die of age; he had cancer for a while. I also wanted anything flat, 2-D and black to represent something eternal and spiritual (the angels, the arms of the dadaism mountain, and the artwork inside the tears). I also wanted the streams from his body to go through a door and up to heaven, so that made it easy to pick the title.

Mr. Schwarz was a Christian, and this is the type of family I was raised in too. I can only hope that he was right, and that someday I get to see him again.