I never had a chance to know my dad all that much but when he passed away when I was 20 and had a chance to go through his old photos they made me feel closer to him. They are probably one of the few things that I would save if there was ever a fire. I have to make up my own stories, but it's fine. The unknown is almost better then the known. So when I went to the University of Minnesota I made a series of Illustrations on torn old paper of favorite photos of my father that I loved, that told his character, and that where the ones in which I could make up the most stories. My illustrations are blurry and you can't really make everything out if anything but I guess I was trying to say that's how I felt about those photos. Every time I see those illustrations I made, they are kind of magical to me. I guess it's hard to express to other people what I have done, but sometimes I look at them and think how I nailed it right on the dot. Maybe other people get it too.
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