After my father's passing, I could not bring myself to paint for several years. It was as if the spirit of creativity had left me. Such a bleak grief I could not fathom, nor did I expect the impact of his death to flatten and extinguish the creative drive that I had experienced for so many years as an artist.

This was a terrifying passage I thought would never end, for I realized what an inspiring and spiritual man my father was. His courage had given me the courage to become everything I could be.