I wanted to paint power poles this morning for my dad, who died in Nov 2015 on a Friday the 13th. He was an electrician and appreciated his families' artistic tendencies though didn't think he was creative at all- but he did express some appreciation for the series of power pole paintings I painted in the early 00s, and so I was looking for a photo of power poles to paint, and remembered taking photos of some in Ireland when we went there in March of 2013. I flew to Dublin with mom and dad and my sisters were both living overseas and were able to meet us there and travel with us for a week. It was a fantastic trip and dad was fantastic, despite being terrified to fly. He was the peace-maker the entire week for all of us, maintaining his calm and self-deprecating sene of humor. He was a whistler and a singer-in-the-morning- I am pleased to have his nose...
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