‘Pain[t]’ at The Players’ Ring

Before the accident, painting was the only way for Rawls to feel himself, the only way for him to understand the world. Every flick of the wrist or drag of the brush told part of his story. Now his wrist won’t move, and he doesn’t know what comes next. He doesn’t know who he is. And while he tries to see the world in black and white… he can’t keep the colors from creeping. In the midst of the most serious challenge Life has ever thrown at him, Rawls navigates family relationships and discovers the healing power of a caring new friend.