Lines. Portals. Splashes of color. Windows. Doors. Fences. Fractured moments in ones life.
Detail of Fractured Grid #2. (wish I could get the colors on the monitor correct . . .)
Rather than mourn the loss of my father, thirteen years ago today, I'm celebrating his birth. He loved to paint, so I'm spending the day doing that for him.
2 comments:
A wonderful way to be close to your father, Gail, and I like the pieces you've produced with him in mind. It's very special to have this shared love of creating art with your Dad. He gave you a great legacy and lives on through your creativity. I didn't know until I was in my 40's that my Dad had wanted to paint and he only ever made one painting to my knowledge which I have here. He copied someone else's painting but he had a natural flair which it would have been wonderful if he could have developed so maybe I too am continuing my father's legacy.
a beautiful tribute!
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