My father, Thomas Dooney, died today, just five days before his 66th birthday. This is my favorite photograph of him, taken in 2009. Indomitable and defiant, he rode his customised even while enduring chemotherapy and radiation. Without his early encouragement, I might still have become an artist but without his love and commitment to me as a single parent, I would never have become as independent, determined, and dismissive of convention. I love him deeply. I miss him more than words can express.