Grieving the Artist

After the death of my dad, I felt like I understood his art more. Not necessarily the meaning of them, but more of the processes and what he had been absorbing whilst making them. Seeing some prints mirroring the shapes of the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge the same year that I visited there. The…

One of the things to contend with when someone dies is what to keep and what not to. There is another level to it when most of the things they owned were things they made, or tools and materials to make things from. I’ve previously talked about how I reached my limit of being able…

Over the last month or so, I’ve taken down the structure that held all of my dad’s paintings in my flat and moved everything to my mum’s. This procedure was really important because it was taking up about 50% of the space here, because my flat is small. However, as my mum’s flat is bigger…