Memorial to My Mentor
Oil on Wood
10"X10"
My father always carried a short, #2 Soft pencil in his pocket should he need to sketch an idea, write down a thought, or make a note. He's been gone for almost 20 years. But this little remnant sits on my studio wall a daily reminder to think, create, envision, imagine. And take notes. Words he lived by. As do I.
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