By Jason Fleurant

The moment I saw this painting , I thought of my father.
I have this memory from when I was just a small child.
My father and mother were separated and I had gone to my dad’s house for a sleep over.
I remember waking up being really hungry but not having any food to eat.
Being a child and all I asked for food (knowing there wasn’t any )…then my dad got really sad and had tears running down his face. I really don’t know why this memory stayed with me for so long…but it did.
And this painting brought that memory back. I really love it.