When we are young and growing up our parents hold us in their hands with care. 

Throughout our lives we see so many faces which become memories we hold dear.

When those we love leave this world we hold those memories with others we share.

(Look longer and closer)

The first year without my father was most difficult and painful with spite and anger for the first half. Choosing not to let those thoughts and people take up my time.

I found satisfaction challenging myself through art.  This became my way of honoring my father whom I am named after.