Description

In this piece, Dad captures the intensity of the moment with vivid strokes and expressive colors.

Set in the heart of Central Park, New York, a group of spectators gathers around a chess match, each face, and their posture, telling a unique story. The setting is one Dad adored, a place he visited repeatedly, drawn to its vibrant energy and diverse characters.

Why did he choose to capture people playing chess? For him, the answer lay in the essence of human expression. Whether it was music, dance, or a game of chess, Dad believed people are at their most expressive when they are deeply focused on something they love. This moment of pure concentration, where the outside world fades away, was what he strived to capture in his work - and I think he got it!

In this piece, the players' concentration and the spectators' anticipation are almost palpable. The intense focus on the chessboard, the varied postures, and the subtle interplay of light and shadow all reflect the drama and excitement of the game.

Dad’s use of bold, sweeping lines and rich, contrasting colors brings this scene to life, immortalizing a fleeting moment of human connection and passion.

Every stroke of his oil pastels captures the dynamism and emotional depth of the scene, turning a simple game of chess into a timeless narrative of human engagement. This is the magic of Dad's work—finding profound beauty in everyday moments and preserving them for eternity.

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.

It is The Final Move, and that moment, just before the winner is decided, captured here forever. ❤️

Through My Father's Eyes