My father lost probably 90% of his art in a house fire a couple of weeks ago.  I can’t fathom this loss and I worry for him.  I know he’s sad and getting stupid advice like:  you can redo those paintings.  sigh.

I hold onto the hope that this loss will inspire a burst of newness in my dad.  Perhaps he will break from his usual and something will rise from the ashes that inspires him.