Roses and Grime

Abstract

There is a print in my office of this quote. I stop, occasionally, to think of what it means to others. In relation. The framed print hangs next to an 8x11 color photograph. The spatial proximity between the photo and print are important to me. The photo is an enlarged image of my father Al’s bicep. I bought a gaudy shiny black frame to offset the rugged masculinity of the image—a big muscular, hairy arm. At the very top of the picture you can see two of my father’s fingers as he lifts up the sleeve of his shirt.

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