Description

As I gaze upon this oil pastel drawing, I'm instantly transported to a warm Sunday afternoon in Central Park, New York City.

A vibrant scene lives behind the scene of this drawing. Imagine, for a moment, a Sunday afternoon in Central Park - teeming with life - strollers, performers, children, and their pets, all blending together in a kaleidoscope of energy.

Yet, amidst the bustle that is a usual part of New York City life, Dad masterfully guides our attention to a relatively serene, secluded bench near the Wollman Rink, where a couple becomes completely absorbed in a game of chess.

The way they are positioned, their postures, and facial expressions all convey a sense of quiet intensity, as if the fate of the world hangs in the balance of their next move.

What strikes me most about Dad's figurative work is his uncanny ability to convey an interpersonal narrative with such simple clarity. Every gesture seems to whisper a story that's both intimate and universal.

For me, this piece (and his other many drawings) is a testament to Dad's profound admiration for the human form and the intricate dance of human connection. It's as if he's inviting us to pause, to see, to appreciate the beauty in the everyday moments we often overlook, and to find meaning in the simplest of pleasures - a game of chess on a lazy summer afternoon.

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.

On this day, in 1970, Dad saw, felt, and immortalized the simple beauty of life, with Challengers. ❤️

Through My Father's Eyes