Description
In this vibrant scene, the heart of Central Park comes alive with music and camaraderie.
The piece, an Oil Pastel, showcases a guitarist and trumpet player, their fingers dancing over strings and brass, creating a symphony that resonates through the park. The figures around them, captured in expressive postures and attentive gazes, add layers of storytelling to this moment of shared joy. Each stroke breathes life into the scene, evoking the warmth of a summer day, the rustling leaves, and the harmonious blend of sounds.
My father, a classical artist trained with an appreciation for the likes of Dufy, Picasso, and Matisse, had an exceptional talent for distilling the essence of humanity into his works. This piece, with its fauve-inspired colors and impressionistic lines, embodies his ability to find beauty in everyday moments.
Dad's art was a bridge to a world where emotions and experiences could be felt in every stroke.
Reflecting on this artwork, I am transported to the countless times Dad spent throughout New York, capturing the vibrant pulse of the city. His drawings, rich with life, convey messages of unity and the sheer wonder of human expression. The harmony in this scene, evident in the performers' faces and the engaged audience, embodies Dad's skill in depicting the symbiotic relationship between artist and observer.
For me, this piece is a portal to a cherished memory. I imagine my father seated on a nearby bench, absorbed in the performance, his heart and hand working in unison to immortalize the moment. "Strings & Wind" doesn't just depict a scene; it plays out endlessly in my heart, a reminder of Dad's passion and the timeless beauty he saw in the world. ❤️
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
