My Father

Looking through photographs for something to paint, I came across this one of my dad, and thought it would be perfect. He’s just looking straight at you, as he does, brain ticking away, and you having little idea, what is going on in there. My father is a fairly intense and simultaneously mellow person. An odd paradox. There truly is no one like him all the world.

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