This was the darkest corner of his workshop. Chair well worn from the sitting and the thinking. Mini fridge close by, a little table to hold his other helpers that helped him during the day.
Brother F had a way about him and how he composed his shop. The entirety was an art piece, crammed with items that he arranged just so, each relates to the thing next to it. You can't really isolate one composition, because the whole place was one big interrelated piece.
Photo of my father
Not sure why he was into the church, sure it was part of life growing up in our childhood but
still I was surprised of his religion/spirituality.
He left one thing unfinished here in the shop. The building he owned downtown was being converted from his Architecture practice to a gallery. A family gallery. Seems art runs deep in the Kirchners.
He was making a sign to replace the old Architecture business sign with the gallery sign.
He was almost through hand painting the sign. Did a full size mockup first....hand painted.
He was expecting to come back and finish it and hang it. His son Will is taking that on now.
Let's say adiós to BroFred with a couple of his pen and inks that were hung on his walls from early 70's.
And my print I did of one of his pieces.