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My father’s artistic essence shines through this scene of warmth and joy.

Throughout his life, Dad looked for the light in the world, believing that happiness lived in the simplest details. I can still picture him drawing with a gentle smile, lost in a quiet dialogue with his subjects. His art was his soul on paper—simple, sincere, and brimming with life.

Dad cherished his ability to find beauty in the mundane, a gift he practiced until the very end.

Looking at the faces in this work—the pooch included—I see exactly what he saw and what he felt. The lively colors and expressive lines do more than just depict a moment; they capture an emotion.

They aren't just figures; through Dad’s eyes, they are the "Happy Dogs", forever joyful in his happy heart. ❤️

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