For the last year and a half, my Grandpa has been battling cancer. He, like my grandmother, was an artist, and a true painter. He was also stubborn, passionate and rebellious (a little too much for his own good. Which I definitely got from him). But most importantly, he loved his family, nature, and his community. As a young adult, he worked at a Brazilian production company as a professional illustrator. I always imagined he’d get along with other iconic illustrators like Jack Kirby.
Beyond that, he kept doing what he loved no matter the circumstance. He kept painting.
My earliest memories of him was him teaching my sister and I how to draw. He gave us insights on how to observe the intricate details of the world around us and how to find beauty in those details. As my focus shifted from drawing into editing, I’m grateful to say that those teachings have transferred over and have benefited me greatly. Not only do I owe my success to my grandmother, but I also owe it to him.
This past Friday, he lost his battle to cancer and has passed on. It’s been hard on my family, and frankly the best I have been able to do is to just be there for them.
I will carry your passion, your work and the lessons you taught me. I will pass them on so that your influence towards art never dies. I love you Grandpa, rest well.
Quinton Jones
2022-05-01 14:19:24 +0000 UTCChris Peters
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