I was walking by this strange fence one day and realized it would look great in a painting. I needed a subject so I chose my father. The two birds in the upper square are my father's eyes. The butterfly rests on the fence. It is free to fly in any direction. My father cannot. He is trapped. This is one of my more abstract paintings. Many shapes are repeated in different parts of the painting. Initially, my father disliked the way I painted him. He thought I put too much character in the skin texture. For the record, my father was never a prisoner, he is just a great subject to paint.