My father's final gift to me was our last conversation before he became unresponsive. His eyes were closed, and he was barely able to whisper, but in those precious minutes were spoken a few sentences I will never forget.
Art always flows out of life as we live it--the mingling of speech and silence, grief and hope, loss and love. I titled this painting in honor of that last conversation with Dad.
60 x 48
oil on canvas