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Sometimes all we have is what we can carry. Maybe it is just what is in our pockets or in a common paper bag. And sometimes what we have - that which is the most important - is not what we show to the world, in terms of material possessions, but rather what we carry deep inside.

Dad loved drawing, and he loved capturing moments that told stories - deep stories.

Throughout his life, Dad regarded drawing - and specifically the drawing of figures (people) - as the apex of art. He would say - "It allows for speed and extraordinary expressive reflection - there is no time to make corrections".

While colorful paintings are certainly easier to understand and enjoy, I have learned that the absence of color forces us to focus at a different and closer level. I think that is what Dad liked about drawing and I hope you can see that too.

Here on this day, in Central Park, he found a bench opposite this gentleman and reflected his moment. Maybe in his dreams - possibly, hopefully - he was with loved ones and friends, reliving happier times from long ago. But there on that park bench - in that moment - he was in the company of my Dad, and he told his story about All I Have, and Dad heard it, felt it, and made it forever come to life for us to see and feel.

So tragic, yet so real and beautiful. ❤️

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