I moved to California in 1978. John and his wife Phyllis became my family. They welcomed me and whomever I brought over, a successive series of girlfriends, my future wife, Donna and of course, our children. Their home became our place of warmth and love through successive crises, celebrations and holidays. This blog celebrates and honors my love for them and an investigation of art from a very subjective point of view.
Friday, October 21, 2011
My Dad Died 24 Hours Ago
I won't go into detail. He was 91 and we had been expecting it. He had a stroke about six months ago and has not been the same since. I am flying back for the funeral with my son tomorrow.
I just need to mention his influence as an artist. His whole life he was an amateur artist and certainly not as polished as my uncle John. But he was my influence to pursue art from an early age. He painted, carved heads out of stone and wood. Often his subjects were religious. He painted right until the near the end. And I will post some of his work here that he did at the age of 91 to honor him.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment