My dad died on the 19th of July, 1987. 25 years ago today. That’s a long time. Those years have flown by.
Were it not for him, I doubt I’d’ve had the interest in drawing, being creative, expressing myself, whatever you want to call it. He certainly encouraged me a lot.
I still miss him.
This drawing is based on a photograph of he and I taken, or at least processed, in July 1971 (that was back in the day when the date was printed on the back of the photograph by whoever was doing the processing, or maybe it was done in-camera; I really have no idea).