After a long battle with brain cancer, my father was placed in hospice care in August of 2017. As the months passed, I became very aware of the inevitability of my father’s passing. I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to visit him every other weekend. During our visits he would fall asleep, and as an artist, I found it to be a gift to study and record my father’s face. In doing this, I was not only recording his features, but chronicling the time we spent together. The drawings are of my father, Michael Beaty, during his last 18 weeks.

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