Here is an oil painting I've done for my dad, based on trips we take occasionally to go to the beach. This one in particular represents a moment where I could not keep up with the virtual school workload and had to resign despite getting straight A's, which happened after my anxiety attacks took me out of public school. I was struggling with whether or not to keep up with school or just quit, I had no idea what to do, but the return of my depression in the form of suicidal thoughts made it very clear that I'd rather dropout of school than dropout of life. My Mom understood, but I was worried about my Dad, thinking he would be ashamed of my decision, but he was fully supportive of it and took me to the beach, where we talked about where I can go from here.