The day before winter break, I received very scary news. My father was admitted into the hospital and scheduled for open-heart surgery the next morning. I couldn't focus on my exams, or studying. I consider my father my best friend, and the idea of having the possibly that he's life may be cut short effected me very much. He made it through the surgery, but the aftermath was very hard. He had to stay in the hospital longer than planned, and our Christmas was spent in the ICU. Now he's home, and slowly but surely improving. Yet the effect this had on me and my family could never be reversed. So with knowing the next concentration piece due date was approaching, I couldn't really think of anything at all, but then while holding my dads hand one day, I looked down at his arm and seen the cut that the surgeon made to harvest the ulna artery in his forearm to replace his clogged arteries, I thought of it. The connection between a human and their life. Not everyone can relate to this picture, but doing this picture was very therapeutic, and after telling others the story behind the picture, they empathize with me more not only as an artist but also as a person.
