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Click for detail Click for detail Even Death Could Not Hold Him Captive

The death of my Father (1999) in lots of ways stopped me in my tracks, brought into the spotlight, clouded and focused my thoughts about life, my beliefs. In retrospect I realise there were many thoughts and images that I avoided for it being too raw a nerve. Some I would like to explore at a later date.

At the time this was thinking about the Resurrection. That even death could not hold someone captive. Someone playing with death and death thinking they have pinned this person down as in a play fight.