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The Raven

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

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The Shark

When I was a little boy there was a small, rectangular painting on the wall next to my parents bedroom: a painting of a shark, and we all simply called it "The Shark", or "Hajen".

Somehow, within the family it gained somewhat of a status. We all loved the way the light traveled through the surface of the water, the detail of the animal and the angle from where it was painted. For others it was merely just a painting, but for us... it was an artwork of pride: being my father's painting.

Unfortunately he's now gone, and The Shark is no longer with me. So I decided to honor my father and make my own.

This is my tribute to my father; a real man and a true inspiration to me.