The title of this painting, Try to Praise the Mutilated World, is taken from a poem by Adam Zagajewski which was published in The New Yorker the week after September 11^th. The idea of it—that we are both greatly blessed and deeply in need—stayed with me as I began looking for ways to put on paper the grief which attends the serious neurological disabilities present in my family. The painting is of one of my brothers, who because of his ailments is forced to move in new and difficult ways. His presence is a grace to me, but wouldn’t I rather he could walk?