Tags: artist, block, creative, dad, father, forgotten, son
I have never seen my father besides a photo so when it comes to my father I always have this image of him that’s never finished. I only seen one picture of him and that’s when he was 17 and in this picture he has this certain posture and candid position he’s standing in. I haven’t seen the photo in so long that I never can remember his face clearly, like an out of focused camera, I see him but it’s blurred. So I take all these stories about his appearance from my family to my moms and start to create his face. Every time I put it together I never like what I’m picturing in my mind so I throw it away like a artist with creative block. Then I always end up starting over. I guess the moral of this story is maybe my picture will be painted perfect the day I see him.