It's been a year. As spring comes, and many of us begin getting vaccinated, and life comes back to normal, it feels as though we have survived something. 

So as I began to paint from a photo of a wild chestnut stallion, with the star on his forehead, and saw his battle worn expression and tousled mane, the name of "Survivor" seemed fitting. 
I feel it.  I feel the relief of springtime, the relief of the ending of the semi-sabbatical of our everyday lives.

And hope is here.  We made it.  We are all...survivors.