In Loving Memory of My Dad
This past February, I lost my dad to Alzheimer’s. He was a vibrant man with a gentle soul, full of life, and loved making others laugh. He fought a hard battle, but was just no match for the devastating effects of the disease. The last six months of his life were especially difficult and it was during this time that he experienced a rapid decline, and to those of us that loved him dearly, we felt a complete sense of helplessness.
Yet during that time, as my family and I spent time with him each day, it gave me time to reflect on the powerful impact he had on my life. We all had cause to celebrate the man he used to be before the disease took him away from us. He was a kind and compassionate man that above all else loved his family. My sisters and I were so fortunate to have him as a father because he truly made our house a loving and caring home…filled with the warmest of memories. He supported everything we ventured out to do and nurtured our creative spirits…at least that’s how I felt as a child growing up wanting to be an artist.
So, could it be that my passion for painting home portraits stems from my own experiences growing up? I’d like to think that because of my dad, I am pursing my passion and life long dream of painting while at the same time, helping others to cherish the memories being made in their own homes, where they gather with their families. It goes beyond just capturing the beauty of the facade...it’s about how you feel when you live your life in it. For this dad, I will always be grateful.
A recent house portrait commission, pastel, 11 x 14 on UART pastel board.