After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather has struggled to stay present in gratitude for the life that remains. He longs for the first day he met my grandmother, on the steps of the Charter House in San Francisco almost 60 years ago.

For his 88th Birthday, the first since her passing, I gave him a time portal: A painting of him and my grandmother walking the streets of San Francisco as elders. You can see then in the lower left of the painting.

Acrylic on wood panel