One of the top reasons I miss my Dad: I can't share all this cool shit with him. It would have been nice to.
What brought this on? I was thinking about how much I love the process involved in making art. The mystery, the journey, the discovery. It's all so invigorating. I would have really enjoyed talking about this stuff with my father, an artist of his own kind. I remember one particular night back in high school that I procrastinated a project for Biology, I wrongfully chose George Baroody as my lab partner. Dad came downstairs somewhere close to three in the morning and helped me finish the poster, he was awesome like that.
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