I have vivid memories of listening to my dad sing me country songs and lullabies, playing the guitar while I dreamt up the worlds in the lyrics as I drifted into sleep. This print is a scene from one of the songs he often sang to me as a child, and I’m holding the same guitar that he played for me. This print is a result of inhabiting two spaces; that dream-like atmosphere I felt listening to my dad sing, and also now the place of the storyteller as I pass along my world to others.
