I created this series of drawings the week my father died. As I sat by his bedside, I reflected on our life together. Mostly he slept and seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. He was surrounded by family , barking dogs, the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen, music and the range of interests he explored through his many books. Although it wasn’t clear if he was aware, the hospice nurse told us that he could hear us and was conscious of his surroundings. And so, what else could I do but get out my sketchbook and watercolor pens and draw him through the stages of his passing. In doing so I reminisced about my childhood, remembering the moments he supported my creativity , family travels or even those heated arguments we had over long distance phone calls after my parents divorce. Through it all, I felt blessed to simply sit with him. While he slept, I made a series of drawings and in the process I felt I was blending my past with the present. He was my muse after all, and these drawings and colors speak to the intensity of emotions between us. The last drawing I started I couldn't complete because he decided it was time to go. His exit was a sacred and profound experience to witness. With his passing all that remained was love.