Description

In this piece, Dad captures a memorable New York City scene, filled with the charm and nostalgia that always inspired him.

The artwork portrays a horse carriage stationed just outside Central Park, adjacent to the iconic Plaza Hotel.

A small brown horse stands patiently harnessed to the vibrant carriage, which is ready to take passengers on a timeless journey through the lush park. The driver, engaged in a conversation with another carriage driver (off of this work), adds a touch of everyday life to this serene setting.

Dad, with his deep appreciation for classical artists like Dufy and Renoir, infused this work with an expressive, impressionistic style. The use of oil pastels brings a vivid, almost whimsical quality to the scene, reminiscent of Matisse’s playful strokes and Van Gogh’s vibrant colors.

The trees in the background seem to sway gently, their leaves rendered in a flurry of greens that evoke the fauve style he so admired.

This work demonstrates Dad's ability to find and celebrate the simple, yet profound moments of urban life. His dedication to capturing the essence of a place, combined with his classical training and expressive flair, creates a scene that is both dynamic and serene. This artwork is more than just a depiction of a horse carriage; it is a reflection of the enduring beauty and romance found in the everyday rhythms of city life, immortalized through his perfect technique and heartfelt vision.

The Drawing Days
I remember Dad leaving early and returning home late, with only his drawing tablet in hand. Inside his tablet were a few sheets of paper, and in his pocket, the drawing instruments - a fountain pen, a small set of colored pencils, maybe a piece of graphite, all held together with a rubber band.

Today, these visions of him walking to and from our home, tablet or easel in hand, stay with me because of their regularity, simplicity, and how he created such beautiful things with so little.

I also sometimes wonder if Mom was lonely while Dad was away on his many artistic journeys, especially during the weekends when she wasn't working. Still, she never complained and always had a welcoming meal ready for him upon his return. She supported him and his creative vision completely. That's true love, and they had it. ❤️

When I look at Dad's art creations, I feel the power of Harmony and Synchrony.

❤️

Through My Father's Eyes