My sister and I spent 14 summers trying to complete this piece and we finally have.
Every night after dinner we would discuss what we wanted to add.
Most nights we wouldn't add anything and just talk for hours about different possibilities.
We started the painting in 2002 and finally finished it in 2016.
At the completion we both broke down and we're hysterically crying. Not out of joy. It was an immense sadness that is hard to describe or explain.
We both can't stand to look at the painting anymore. I think because it reminds us just how fragile and fleeting our youth really is.