My father recently passed away after a fall and then spending months in hospital. He was 75. I thought that we'd have more time together but it just didn't work out that way.

My dad was many things to me. As a boy, he was my hero and encouraged my life long love of art and movies. I have fond memories of us spending Saturday afternoons watching classic films together. As a teenager he bought me my first cassette tape and so was born my love of music and later, the guitar. As a man, he became my confidant and trusted advisor. A few years back I was going through some rough times and he was always around with a shoulder to lean on, not sure where I'd be today without him .

This painting is how I'll always remember my dad, at the drawing board hard at work.

Farewell.