Oil on Canvas, 20” x 16”
This is my Dad. At the beginning of December I realised that I had little idea of what to get my Mum for Christmas. Mum was 88 years-old, suffering from many things, summarised as ‘old age’, including very poor eyesight. What could be a better present than a picture? Several years ago she had suggested that I paint a portrait of my father for her.
Normally I take a month over a portrait, but for this one I painted morning and afternoon to finish it in a week. As it turned out Mum went into hospital over Christmas. On Christmas morning I gave her the portrait. Unfortunately she thought it was of me. Such was the state of her eyesight. However, I do bear a strong resemblance to my father.
My Dad was a lovely fellow, very even tempered. When we were growing up he always played games with me and my two brothers. He was very good at cards, whatever the game. One year he won the Pembrokeshire Whist Championship. He was a keen stamp-collector all his life.
He had a job as a postman, which he held until his retirement. He died in 1999, aged 72.