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I’m still haunted by my father. With just two colours from my soft pastels set I tried again to describe how it feels to be without him. I feel like I’m in limbo, detached and trapped in a sort of in-between world, like a dream.
Sometimes I wake from sleep and have to remind myself he’s not here anymore. Often in conversation I speak about him as if he’s still here.
I’m using art to cope with that, but there are times when I think I’m just using it to find a way to bring him back.