
Mixed media, canvas 48″x36″
Year: 2007
I were three-year-old, holding onto my favorite toy, a soft-yellow-smiling-bunny, playing alone at the entryway of my grandparents’ big old house. My grandpa walked by me, going out of the front door.
“Grandpa, where are you going?” I asked. Suprised that he didn’t take me along with, like how he always did.
Grandpa smiled, then opened the door.
A deep fear griped my heart: “I know grandpa is not coming back”.
I screamed on top of my lung, tried to chased after him…
It would be the 6th years since my grandfather passed away.