The painting is almost finished. My dad is asleep. The moon is full. And a word carved into wood decades ago is still teaching me what matters.

The mind recedes inward. Memories loosen. Orientation shifts. And yet beneath all of it, the essence of the person remains. So much of this season has become an invitation to love beyond personality, beyond coherence, beyond the need to fix what cannot be fixed

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Original Oil on Canvas 16x20