My father is no longer with us, but his rose garden is still there. He has been remembered by many neighbors as such a green thumb gardener. His roses had attracted so many photographers. Since he had been ill for many years, his garden has not been taken care for a long time. The roses have overgrown like trees, but I still found quite a few in beautiful blossom. I did this painting with one of snapshots I took in my father's rose garden. I meditate on those roses. Seeing through the illusive mortality, The Eternity is right in front of me.
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So sorry to read that your father has passed away, although I think you were prepared for that happening, it is still very sad.
Your rose painting is wonderful, a tribute to your father as it was one from his garden.
I see the Light from above shining on you, his son. Very evocative painting.
Beautiful tribute to your father. Sorry for your loss.
I am sorry for your loss, it is something we are never completely ready for.
Qiang, I am so, so sorry to hear about your father's passing. Your painting of him captures your deep understanding and love for him. And I bet he loved YOUR roses most of all! Keeping you in my thoughts in prayers, dear friend.
Qiang, I can feel your emotions in your words and in your portrait of your father. Your love and reverence for him, and appreciation of all that he taught you, are so evident and sincere. May the happiest of memories of your times together bring you strength during this difficult transition, and throughout your life. Keeping you in prayer also.
I am so sorry for your loss. Your paintings..Portrait and rose are beautiful tributes.
I've always loved your roses, Qiang. And after reading this, I love them even more. It is such a beautiful tribute to your father. Wishing you and your family much peace during this most difficult time.
Qiang, your roses missed me...
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