My dad is doing a large painting with young warrior women boldly bearing standards (huge flags with the colors of the values) looking mighty as worthy participants in the battle in heaven. It's really powerful and beautiful. I think a reaction to this representation is where my painting My flag is small I know, but it's not yours it is my own came from. Maybe I was a standard bearer and carried a banner then, but now, I feel small. Solid in my declaration, but not very loud. A red flag, because it's the strongest color I know. Small because I don't think very many people can hear me. It may not be large, but it is mine, and it is pure and true.