Wall upon wall of blank faces are staring at me, staring past me and staring through me. Some of the paintings are so life-like that if I wasn’t surrounded by people also admiring the many artists’ portraits I’d probably be a bit twitchy. A room full of faces, staring at a room full of …
I never thought I’d type those words, as I never thought I’d have anything to thank my dad for, apart from providing the sperm to give me life. My dad passed away 2 years ago today only just over a week after I grieved for another human, both deaths rocked my world. I didn’t …