Description

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This watercolor takes us to a crisp winter day in Central Park, New York City, the famous towers of the old San Remo apartment building standing in the distance as an iconic backdrop.

Visitors, their footprints (or skis) have already carved into the fresh snow blanket, leaving a delicate trail. The leafless trees glow in the sun's warmth, their bare branches adorned with streams of snow. Even the evergreens bear a mantle of white, their branches too covered with snow.

Dad saw these elements as important and timeless parts of the story he wanted to communicate. It's about the peacefulness that exists after a snowfall.

For him, the bitter cold was never a deterrent – in fact, it only fueled his artistic passion. He loved nothing more than venturing out into Central Park's wintry wonderland, his easel and brushes in hand, determined to capture the magic of the moment before it melted away. The snow made the park look completely different. Dad knew that and knew he needed to get out there fast to take it all in - and get it all out.

Watercolor paints are a notoriously unforgiving in such conditions, but Dad approached the challenge with unwavering resolve.

I can picture him now, huddled over his easel, his breath forming misty clouds as he meticulously rendered each branch, each shadow cast upon the pristine snow. In a few cases, many years later, I have even found crystal formations in the old dried paint of his works - undeniable evidence of how cold it was out there.

More than just a pretty landscape, this painting encapsulates Dad's unrelenting spirit – his willingness to brave the elements in pursuit of his art, his steadfast commitment to immortalizing the fleeting beauty of the world around him - no matter the harsh realities of nature.

As I gaze upon this winter scene, I'm reminded of the countless days later in life that I spent by Dad's side, marveling at his skilled hand and unwavering focus. In those moments, the bitter cold he must have felt creating this painting melts away, replaced by the warmth of knowing that he had an almost mystical passion, a sacred bond with God to create, and a deep respect for the power of art.

On this day in 1963, Dad makes us feel the moment, with The Path. ❤️

Through My Father's Eyes