Franklyn V.E. Seales

"When I think of my uncle during the few stages of my life until he passed, my earliest memory is of the several paint tubes in his room, the paint easel with various dried paint colors on it and worn brushes. He would sit in front of his easel, focused, creating, expressing himself in beautiful ways. I appreciated his ability to focus and lay bare himself in the medium of a painting, in the form of his acting. He lost himself in that room in front of his piece of unfolding art as well as in his