My son, Van Jensen, was home for a week and was reminded of breaking his nose during high school basketball practice leading to a discussion of me breaking my nose twice as a child - once getting hit by a wooden swing and once having a heavy pedestal table with my brothers on top smashing my face. When I was in high school I started begging my parents for a nose job and they finally agreed. They took their time, long enough that I decided I didn't need it and could live with a broken nose. The conversation inspired these two paintings.
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