All The Things You Are
44 1/2” x 65” Watercolor and acrylic on paper
2016
A memory of my father was captured when he was perhaps 13, standing in the snow, smiling, wearing knickers while shaping a snowball with his bare hands, unperturbed by the loneliness of a cold winter in New York, thousands of miles from his Island homeland. The bleakness of his grey childhood building framed his isolated image, so I imagined a Ceiba tree by his side to keep him company, to keep him happy, the memory of my father now warmed by the promise of Spring.