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There comes a time when we stop seeing our fathers as the strong or even sometimes intimidating figures of our childhood, and begin to see them as men who have carried their own heavy loads and Ive been lingering on that complicated moment of recognition.
The way the wind blows and the sun beats down - lifes elements that both sustain and wear us all. For me, this came with deep compassion for the hard roads that shaped the man who shaped me, understanding that we all carry stories that run deeper than what shows on the surface.
Ecclesiastes speaks of seasons when "the sound of grinding fades" - those natural transitions when engagement shifts and energy wanes - when age veers you to a place where one becomes increasingly shut off from the hum of daily life. It can sometimes shift the way we relate and change the capacity for relationship. Theres both grief and grace in witnessing these changes in someone we love.
This portrait allows me to hold space for confusion and struggle while honouring the humanity of someone who has weathered many storms. Sometimes love means simply witnessing and being present, without needing to fix anything.
There comes a time when we stop seeing our fathers as the strong or even sometimes intimidating figures of our childhood, and begin to see them as men who have carried their own heavy loads and Ive been lingering on that complicated moment of recognition.
The way the wind blows and the sun beats down - lifes elements that both sustain and wear us all. For me, this came with deep compassion for the hard roads that shaped the man who shaped me, understanding that we all carry stories that run deeper than what shows on the surface.
Ecclesiastes speaks of seasons when "the sound of grinding fades" - those natural transitions when engagement shifts and energy wanes - when age veers you to a place where one becomes increasingly shut off from the hum of daily life. It can sometimes shift the way we relate and change the capacity for relationship. Theres both grief and grace in witnessing these changes in someone we love.
This portrait allows me to hold space for confusion and struggle while honouring the humanity of someone who has weathered many storms. Sometimes love means simply witnessing and being present, without needing to fix anything.