Father and son, their backs turned to each other, both a moment in their own world.
Father looks into the distance, into the future.
Son looks at his football, which he just kicked.
Both are now caught as silhouettes in a painting of India ink and fineliner.
Close, yet far away.
I draw, paint, write and photograph. In no particular order and (usually) not all at the same time.
My work balances between abstract and realistic...
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