This one is personal.
July 7, 1996 was the day that my father passed away. I was 25 years old and not ready to lose my Dad, it was a shock to say the least. I’ve lived almost half my life without my Dad. Crazy.
Thinking about my Dad while painting this. He was a quiet man, but when he spoke, it was intelligent, thoughtful, important, or hilarious. He loved life, and he loved his family! It wasn’t always easy, but he never complained. He fought for his country in Vietnam, a broken back earned him a purple heart. Still, he worked in construction to support his family till his last days. Lots of layers. Full of love, full of heart, he helped everyone and anyone. He left behind many friends and family that will always cherish his memory. RIP Kenneth Robert Arp 12/25/45 – 7/7/96.