Dad, look closely
When I was retouching my Dad’s portrait on my Apple desk at home, I accidentally noticed that he entered my office, attentively glancing at the monitor. Noticing his attentive, yet weird gaze I asked who it was, pointing to the portrait depicted on the monitor. He knit his brows, and I asked, “Dad, look closely.” He sat in front of the monitor, then answered doubtfully. “He looks familiar, but I can’t remember now”.
Often, the portrait is something more than just an information about a person. The portrait is a process. A process that tears a moment, and beyond that moment, the time starts to expect completely other measuring.