Without going into family politics, it is simpler just to say that grandmother had to hunt down her oldest son, for 25 years before she finally found him. So, in 1989 she flew up to Alaska to see him. I will not comment more, politics you know.While she was there she apparently met a guy appearing like this. When she got home she painted him. I would guess she added a bit of gray to him as she was not really drawn to gray haired men. Sorry, politics slipped in there.
Although it has hung on my wall for years, it is not my style. But, something about it rings with honesty. If I met this guy on the streets I would probably recognize him.
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