
This is the artist statement I attached to it.
Here my father Robert is cutting my toenails, which have become so thick with age no scissors can hack through them. What is so beautiful about this scene is this tough Northern Territory mans willingness to clip his daughter’s toenails. I love the expressions he pulls, the determination to get that nail off and the anklet of sand fly bites on my right foot. All that work results in the happy family portrait contrasting white Canberra feet against his suntanned Darwin feet while washing dries. I always laugh when I see this image and the word “Kerrigan’s” comes to mind.
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