I grew a gift that shouldn’t exist: a summer Cosmos in the frozen heart of winter. Out of a whole bag, only this single bulb survived for Father Tadeusz—a priest of "fullness" who built homes for the homeless. My family watched in silence, hiding his death to protect my hope. When I learned the truth, I lost my physical voice for weeks. This painting became my only language—a unique bloom for a unique man. It marks the moment my life’s line was severed; a scar turned into art.
Practicing painter and author of books on art history, philosophy, and psychogeography. Member of The Aristotelian Society. Holds diplomas from the Academy of Fine Arts and in Art History.
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