Too often in life, we only celebrate a person once they've died. Over the course of two years, my father has been battling with prostate cancer. He has lived through being the black sheep of his family, fighting in a war, the loss of a sister at a young age, and a harsh father. None of that has tainted his love, his temperament, or his generosity. His battle with cancer is not with the disease, but with the stigma; once people know you have it, they only see the disease. Death does not define the life we've lived and the people we've touched.
A life can happen in the blink of an eye. My father experienced many things that I could not imagine coping with. As I was going through the pictures of his life, I found myself smiling and tearing up at the moments of laughter and innocence he experienced, and then the other moments, after the war, where the light in his eyes seems to dim in pictures. They wouldn't be dim for long. With the marriage to my Mother and the birth of my brother and I, the Iowa misfit had found his audience, and he loved nothing more than taking us on his adventures and making us laugh.
" The Comedian " (2017)
" The Comedian "
oil on canvas 30 x 30in. (76.2 x 76.2 cm.) 2017