My dreams of my father have gone positive lately after the "Please don't die dad!" stuff I was waking up to the year or so after his passing. Not sure what is going to happen to me as I spend hundreds of hours creating these prints over the next 6 months or so. We will have to wait and see.
I owe my father so much. I want to make these photographs sing, to tell his story with a screaming voice. If nightmares and depression are the result, so be it. Anything for my father who I love and miss so much. Dad would probably think this type of stuff was all a bit silly and wasteful but it is the only way I can be with him now. He would like the fact I think that he has not been forgotten and that his face will continue to grace the walls of art galleries (a 3rd time for dad and this series). I hope I can eventually get his photographs into a collection somewhere so he will continue to be remembered and to live on after my death.