Category Archives: death

Lost Daughter

lost-daughter

Lost Daughter, ink, oil and gold foil, on paper

Is it easier to understand a parent who has died because they can no longer contradict who you are, or is it because they see exactly who  you are and know what strangeness and danger lie ahead for one so intent, so strong and yest so foolish in all the vainglory that is the stuff of humans, especially those to dare to know the truth of dreams.

“How does it work?” – his favorite book and quote. I would like to think he rests in peace, but things have been falling off, falling down……with  a crash,  this morning, and dull thuds, from the wall, from supplies and drawings stacked too precariously high.  What final warning is this?