What was the origin of this picture? From tenderness and hope. From tenderness to dad. He is 83 years old and a week ago he was down after a stroke. Now it is such a state, when something is clear and distinct, but something is very vague ... like in a fog From tenderness to yourself. To my disturbing dreams, from which I emerge, as if from a predawn haze. Out of hope .. just because I have a lot of it now. No, not for a miracle. For what I can handle. That dad can handle it. That we all cope with the life that is given to us.
The picture has found its new home. I am very happy about it. And grateful.