My son Daniel was diagnosed with leukemia when he was four, and we had two desperate years where we battled to save his life. When we finally got him home after his bone marrow transplant, I started this painting, which I had for so long wanted to paint.
He was still very sick and we were unsure if he’d make it through. As it happened, he recovered fully, and the painting (done from life over the following year) evolved as he returned to health. For me, however, the meaning of the painting is still tied up with the alternative outcome. It’s both a celebration of his release from medical confinement, and the picture I would have wanted to have if we’d lost him. — More at Conor Walton: ‘The Key’ Essay