for my father
for my father
acrylic
width 5ft height 3ft
2026
fathers when they are gone you are left with an immense whole that they filled your life with,
strange you cannot remember what he could remember of your early life, the teaching of how to be a worthy person, trusted and loved somehow .
from me he got the artist instead i suppose a wierd breed a wired breed. When did i last touch you too long ago the tyranny of distance .
I think he loved that heat of africa and thats why we are here.
and it has caused me to remember my mum too far gone for even me to remember you now it was such a lifetime ago, as we pulled out the drive to australia
grasp dearly for the clarity of those memories.