My Grandpa,my hero..

I drew this portrait of my grandfather, inspired by a picture my mother took when we were out in the woods. My grandfather was the bravest man in his lifetime, supporting his family in any way he could. He was always tired, but he always did it with a smile, restless. He loved us, his grandchildren. Our whole childhood is colorful thanks to him, his care, his love, his affection.

In 1974, he fought in the Turkish invasion, and he went missing for 3 days. My grandmother and her brother-in-law were endlessly searching for him, all while she was holding a 3-year-old baby in her arms, my uncle.

He was a man of many talents; there was nothing he could not do, from woodwork to building us a house, to drawing sketches and teaching us math. In his profession, he was an electrician, but he has done almost every job there is to do.

In 2021, his life was sadly taken by cancer, he fought it very hard until his very last breath but his body was not as strong as his spirit.

My grandfather is my hero because he taught me to always fend and take care of myself. He supported my ambition to become an artist, so much that I am doing this in his honor. We never forgot about him, and we never will, his memory is so alive that it's like he has never left. I chose this photo as inspiration because it's my grandmother's favorite, and also because this is how I like to remember him: peaceful, happy, healthy, and hanging out with us.