This is oil on board 8" x 12". He is dying of pancreatic cancer. He is undocumented. He is running out of time and he will leave a wife and two children undocumented and vulnerable. He is very, very skinny, but is dressed up and slowly walks into my house so that he can sit for me to paint him. He had an air of quiet dignity. I ask if he is in pain and he re-assures me that he is not, because (and here he pulls his shirt collar down to show me) he has a fentanyl patch on his chest to slowly release strong pain killer into his body. His daughter who has driven him to my house says that it is a "milagro" (miracle) that he is still with us.
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