X My Father  ... Sold


Even when knowing someone as well as your own father, portrait painting is fraught with the differing conceptions we each have of a person.

To me .... this is my father: his direct gaze, still bright and watching carefully as I move and speak .... the slight smile on his mouth, always ready for that wry remark that drove us crazy when we were young.

My father thought he looked frail and nothing like the strong, handsome man he still sees inside.

Next time I will paint him as he was in his prime....  And this time he will not be wearing a tiny checked jacket which took hours to paint!

Oil on Canvas 9" x 11"