It’s been two years, nearly 3, since my dad passed on. He had suffered from Dementia for the last few years of his life.
We shared a passion for photography and art. He found lots of joy in the photos I used to send him and though he got to a point that doing it himself got too confusing, he enjoyed seeing beautiful images.
He used to love doing pencil sketches in his early years. I remember a sketch of a cute puppy he made for my mom. It still comes up in my mind every now and then. He did it long before I was born and still it made a impact on me.
I love creating portraits, maybe it started with this image my dad made or maybe all the others he drew around that time. It could be because we loved watching people, making up stories in the car, while eating ice-cream, about what they where doing or saying.
This translated into watching birds and animals interact, making little mental notes as we explored regions. We never lived in a big city, we tried to get into nature as much as possible, be it playing at the beach, walking or taking a holiday in far off regions with very little people around.
My wife and my son are my joy, my inspiration and trusted critics.