Over the past five years I have been making small drawings of my father from life—witnessing the quiet progression of Alzheimer’s and finding a way to be with him when words don’t always suffice. These drawings are not just records, but small acts of presence: a holding of gaze, a shared moment in time. They offer a space to linger with the tenderness, fragility, and resilience woven into the everyday.

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