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A series begun in 2020. I lost interest in anything I was working on at the beginning of the pandemic. This is very definitely a work in progress. Rough painting on brown paper. Bits I associate with my father. My strongest childhood memory is of him writing on a typewriter on the kitchen table every night. The sound of the typewriter was the most comforting sound as I was falling asleep. It meant that no Robber would try to break in as my Dad was awake.
DAD 1 | DAD 2 | DAD 3 | DAD 5 |
DAD 6 | DAD 7 | DAD 8 | DAD 9 |
DAD 10 |