Journal of A Man of Letters | Sam Winchester's Journal - Entry #38 ||| "Chunks of time are missing. Seconds, minutes, and now hours. I have the feeling my life is passing in fast-forward without having any control over the events. I wish I could say I’m the spectator, but there’s no movie playing in front of my eyes. Nothing, just gaping holes in the film that seem to grow larger and larger by the second."
(Jana's POV) I wake up tied to a chair in a room smelling of mildew and mice droppings. My mind recollects the events of what happened as if what was a movie playing in my head. Meryl took us hostage and betrayed us. She made Pierce kill his own father. Lucas betrayed us. Anyone can betray anyone. The room was hot and stuffy even though it was the beginning of September. My lungs squeeze as I remember that all of this fired off on the Labor Day that Leon and I first kissed.
We love all of the Disney Princesses, and especially Rapunzel. Her daring, adventurous spirit and the way she holds onto her dream are inspiring to my daughter and myself. The entire time I worked on this I had the movie playing on repeat in the background, so I think I know every line! I painted this in Michigan in January/February.