How is that clay man similar to our struggle in life?
What might these marks on his back be made by?
Has he jumped off the cliff to the ocean, or has he dropped down dead before getting there?
His right arm is stretching in vain to touch the waves; was all his life in vain, or was it the journey that all mattered?
What do you do now...
Write a short story, or a poem about what you can discern from this painting and share a link to your story with us here on Danny B. You can be generous and share a link to this writing prompt on your website or your social media.