Waiting

Dear Artbreeder

I shared an image with you that was dear to me. The last with my sweet and grumpy late father. Along with it a phrase scribbled in my sketch book full of client work!

As I spoke to the others and heard of their highs and lows. I could see many but what I could see in that Scribble was me waiting.

Waiting to be reunited with my partner. Waiting to upgrade something. Waiting for my business to grow. Waiting for my son to speak.

Almost always waiting to move on. A feeling I knew nothing of when that photograph was taken.

You “crossbred” my photographs. Here is the image of image of image.