Though this person looks nothing like my father, the photo reminds me of him. I remember being a little girl and seeing him bring home his suits from the cleaners similarly wrapped. Sending your clothing away from home for strangers to clean (without water!) seemed magical to little me and added to the magic I was sure abode in him.
Today is Dad’s 76th birthday. He died last year just before his 75th. Memories like this are bittersweet. I’m grown now and no longer believe he was magical, but I do miss him.
All good parents are magical. You were right to embrace the magic. It made you the artist you are and the magic continues through you to all who see your work and read what you say about the people you see and connect with visually.
You bless me, Lew. Thank you very much.