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Art
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Love Letters
Lost Ones
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photo JAY PROCKTOR
“SOMETIMES I LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT…”
The full title of my father’s portrait is “Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’ Then a
voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’” It draws on one of my earliest memories — being
terrified by the marching clown band that paraded Santa into an annual company Christmas party. To my horror, my
dad played saxophone in that yearly procession. After his cancer diagnosis, we spent nearly every Saturday together,
often over breakfast, where I’d take his photo. Collaborating on these portraits became his gift to me. For this photo,
which would be our last, we returned to his favourite lunch spot, the old A-frame Burger Baron on Wye Road.
After he passed, the collection grew into Good Grief, a series reclaiming spaces altered by his absence. —Jay Procktor
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