My father said, “I like your paintings and I was wrong…”

Those words are powerful even when they aren’t said at times when I most needed them. For the longest time, I carried the voice of my father in my head about the art I made and felt guilty for making them when I could have become a lawyer, doctor, engineer, or businessman. My partied-out, booze addled mind is going to take a while to process this new bit of information.

If you are reading this dad, that means a lot to me.