My Mothers' Day gift to me. Written by his daughter; there is something heartbreakingly odd (as a parent) reading a (now adult) child's perspective on standing in her painter father's studio. Well, there is something heartbreakingly odd about being a parent, being a painter and being an adult in general, I suppose.
I'd forgotten how much I liked David Park and I am happy to be reminded.
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