Last year, father Al Landes passed away from pancreatic cancer. He had a pile of tools in his garage and he was the kind of man that could fix anything. The six months from the time of his diagnosis was a nightmare as we watched him slowly deteriorate sitting in his recliner. The wrenches and tools represent conventional medicine and the unconventional ways I tried to save him. His dog Dixie never left his side. Generally I am an artist that paints in vivid exploding colors. This work is rendered in desaturated color because the color left me during this time.
