Another painting from the Fractured Memories series I’m working on about my dad and dementia. The words are an excerpt from a poem my grandmother wrote about her grandmother. It reads, “In her ninety-fifth year as the shadows were gathering, her mind floated light as a lily pad on quiet pond.” I love that image. It makes that vacant look my dad gets seem somehow quieter, softer, and more beautiful.

The sheet music in the background is “Old Folks,” which is my favorite song on my dad’s cd.