Description

New York's historic Washington Square Park, in New York City, is always bustling with energy.

It was here, in 1968, that Dad captured a moment of pure human connection and concentration in this work of art.

Dad had a gift for seeing beyond the ordinary, transforming everyday scenes into extraordinary expressions of life.

The likes of Picasso, Matisse, and Cezanne heavily influenced Dad.

This piece, done in India ink with washes, showcases his unique ability to bring movement and emotion to his subjects. The ink’s fluidity and the washes’ subtle shades create a lively, almost rhythmic and harmonious portrayal of all the characters.

The chess players are engrossed in their game, oblivious to the world around them. An attentive audience, some sitting, one standing a deeply focused on the next move. The figures, though simply drawn, are filled with character and individuality. Each stroke of ink tells a story, each wash of shade adds depth and warmth.

Dad’s work was always emotive and deeply personal. Through his art, he communicated his admiration for life’s simple moments. The park’s vibrancy, the players’ intensity, and the spectators’ curiosity are all rendered with such care that one can almost hear the murmurs of strategy and the shuffle of chess pieces.

Dad could see things, and on this day in 1968, during one of his many New York City journeys, he sat with his drawing tablet and pen and immortalized these gamers in Washington Square Park, with Chess Players. ❤️

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