Roses have always been symbolic to me. Some give them as gifts. We see them at weddings; funerals.
I’m sharing an older, more simple design today that some of you may have already seen if you follow any of my “Daydreams” accounts on social media.
I share this in memory of my late father, for Father’s Day. & Also for my Uncle Pat, who passed away in January. My great uncle was another one of the amazing father figures I’ve been blessed with in this life.
I miss them both terribly, but they’ve made me realize just how lucky I am to still have some special men in my life that hold the title of “father” in more way than one.
This design almost didn’t happen but I usually do something in tribute to my father sometimes near Father’s Day each year. It’s almost become tradition here at CardCastles. He did, after all inspire the name Snapping Turtle, my design company & sort of production hub for the last year & a half or so.
I couldn’t help but think of all of the daughters and sons that may have lost their fathers in recent years or over the years these past few days. This design inspired by my late father is dedicated today to all of them.
A few nights back I had a strange dream. As I laid out the groundwork for this artwork pictured above in my head, I slowly drifted off to sleep. My mind traveled back to a place I hadn’t been in a very long time. Rows upon rows of white wildflowers all dancing simultaneously in the night breeze.
This was an actual early evening once in my life that took place many moons ago when my father was still alive. I faintly remember the sound of the radio softly playing some soothing little tune. She’d been in the doctor’s office building just beneath the hill we stared at, so we waited patiently in the car. My mom always did have a habit of taking forever. She was a friendly chatterbox and had to greet just about everyone.
After waiting for well over an hour, we stepped out to stretch our legs and yawn. I remember the sweet smell of the wild flowers in the air.
The warm, nightly, summer breeze that had been happening that year seemed to kick it all around. My father and I ran through the flowers for a good twenty minutes until my mother appeared.
That small moment in time was one of the happiest moments I had with my father.
That day still replays in my dreams at times and it inspired this artwork.
Happy Father’s Day
to all of the fathers out there, to those who have lost fathers, to those who are new fathers, and those who are fathers of fathers. You are all so special to us.
There was an inner struggle with today’s Sleepy Sundays post. I don’t want to take the attention away from the fathers that are doing an excellent job. However, I feel it’s important to acknowledge the fathers that are no longer with us. I know this is a somber day for some, including myself. With that in mind, I’m going to switch things up this week.
Below is a collection of all my previous art/photography that was inspired by or reminds me of my father.
Happy Father’s Day in the clouds, Dad.
To all of the wonderful father’s out there: Happy Father’s Day