Wyatt Valdus (Concept 2)

Wyatt wasn’t always depressed, you know. He was once full of colour & life. He had money, friends and a passion for creation. He would spend weeks painting panoramic landscapes of worlds he lusted for. He would create characters and paint a story into the canvas. The gift was legendary, and I was with him every step of the way.

I remember once, when he was about 8 years old, he was drawing on the walls when his father caught him, pencil in hand. It was a major motivator for a then young Wyatt, because his father kneeled down, picked up a spare pencil which happened to have fallen on to the floor, and drew alongside him. He remembers this moment every single day of his life, we both do. Throughout his life, Wyatt received many moments of clarity and inspiration from his father. Since he worked away from home most of the time, he rarely managed to spend more than a couple of hours with him, before he was out on the road again. We never did find out what his job was. His mother, on the other hand, was not so supportive of his talent. She wanted him to become a ‘socially intellectual’ person, perhaps studying to become a doctor or a lawyer. She did everything she could to push Wyatt down the path she thought best for him, but the passion in a young Wyatt’s eyes was too powerful, even for his mother.