Description

On the upper west side of Central Park in New York City, on any given day, sits Jerry, The Trumpet Player. He plays with friendly expressive charisma for all to hear, and offers his music for sale, on CDs. He's a simple happy guy, filled with a beautiful human spirit.

After Mom passed away, in 2007, Dad moved in with us. Each day brought with it a new journey. Somewhere to paint, or just sit and talk. Sometimes, we explored to rediscover locations where Dad painted in years past. We always brought along either his drawing tablet or the full painting package, so that he could stop to capture the moment if it caught his eye.

Dad was 86 now and still full of energy, able to walk long distances - especially to paint or draw. And I was there with him now, so the moments were filled with talking and for me learning about his unique view of life and beauty.

On this Spring day, Jerry played for us, and with Dad. Together they created a colorful artistic symphony for their passing audience, immortalized in this wonderful painting of the New York experience. ❤️

Through My Father's Eyes