gugu and gorilla: 2018

Tuesday 27 November 2018

self portraits

self portrait with ukulele, 2015

self portrait with phone, 2018

Friday 23 November 2018

Thursday 22 November 2018

my father has dementia and he can't walk. he is very sick. he is sitting on his wheelchair looking at me. but he does not look like he is looking at me. he is not really there. but you know, or want to believe, this trapped inside this stiff Lewy Body frame, is my father. I hope that he feels peace. that is all I can hope for him.

Gillian

Gillian had bone cancer for some years. she was 14 at that time when I was her art teacher. she was wheeling everywhere in her wheelchair, sometimes aided by her friends. always trying to be positive, always trying her best in everything she did. then she got better, and could walk. this was some years ago.

a few months ago I heard that she had passed away.

what can we do about suffering? how can we turn scars into stars?

the old man and the dog

I saw this old man walking his dog a few times along Proctor's road, near where I live. or rather, his dog was walking him. I think the man is blind, and he is also very old. his dog sort of tow him along as they walk. I feel sort of warm and fuzzy inside seeing them plodding along the way they do....I think perhaps they do this every day... I made the image I remember in my mind onto this piece of cardboard from a carton box that held some beer. the torn brown-gray parts are already there and they look like a house and 2 trees to me......so I turned it into what I saw of the old man and his dog.