Description

We live in a world of big and small, up and down, in and out, and endless other opposites.

Opposites make life beautiful. Consistency and uniformity are so "Blah."

Dad saw the beauty of nature within opposites. He could see things others might pass without noticing or even find ugly.

He searched for opposites and expressed them as the natural uniformity of life.

When it came to nature, Dad never had an opinion about what was right or wrong. It was all God's creation. As he once said, "God is the greatest artist."

His simple, profound wisdom often surprised me - so few words; such deep meaning.

In this drawing, Dad expresses the beauty of opposites. He sees the reader and sleeper, the person who sits straight up and the one who slumps, the man who feeds his mind from outside, and the other who lives inside his dreams, one leaning to the right and the other to the left.

Over the years, I have come to love Dad's drawings because of their upfront and personal focus. With paintings, colors, depth and perspective direct our attention, but here there are only lines and shades of gray - the color is in the characters and situation.

Dad could see things, and on this day in 1969, when he was 47 years old - during one of his many New York City journeys - he sat with his drawing tablet and pen facing these two gentlemen on a Central Park bench and found the contrasting beauty of their opposite Directions. ❤️

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