So here we are, Dad and I. The car was probably
not as small as it looks in the photo since we are both standing on a
rock. I like how my right hand reaches up to hold onto his hand. He is behind me, solid and large, while I am free to act silly. I am deliriously happy.
When I started painting images based on my father's photos, I wasn't sure where it would lead. I mean, who would be interested in pictures of stone circles? It felt like I was at the beginning of a quest, with only the barest of clues to guide me. All I had was a small box of old slides that I had "borrowed" from Dad's collection about 20 years ago and stashed in a box of art supplies that I wasn't even using at the time. So far I have completed about 25 painting using his images and have a sense of what this is all about: family and being included in a group and a place.
As I paint I feel him with me in spirit. Dad stood at those places and documented those moments in time. Before that, other humans also stood there observing the stones and the land around them, possibly my ancestors. I am not alone as I paint, I am part of a larger progression of life. My father's vision is bounced ahead while my paintings are rooted in thousands of years of human history.