This is the time of year when I remember my Dad and how very much he contributed to my life in such special and wonderful ways. My dad was a very creative and talented artist who made a living from graphic art, and had his art studio upstairs in our home. As a child I would love to go up to his studio and beg to use his colorful pastels, the fine tip black ink pens or his amazing set of oil paints. Sometimes, I got the chance to use them and try my handiwork. Often, there were oil paintings in the works on easels in various stages of completion, or magazine layouts on the drawing boards.
As an art director for the early Woman’s Home Companion and Ladies Home Journal magazines, he was a man of many creative talents. When he wasn’t working, he was always busily involved as Dads tend to be in some type of art project of one kind or another. Sometimes, he would want me to sit for him so that he could paint or draw me. Unfortunately, I never appreciated that as a child, nor did I like sitting still long enough as a subject to allow him that luxury because I always wanted to be on the go. Looking back, I will always have those fond memories of my dad and the time I spent with him cultivating my love of art. Fatherhood for him was sharing his special love of the arts, in its many forms. Whether it was one of his famous oil paintings, his pen and ink drawings, or creating sculptures with clay, he was involved with an art project. I like to believe that’s how I got my creative talent and inspiration. I loved being with him in his art studio. It was a magical place where your creative imagination could run wild and he always encouraged and supported that fully.
I remember when he took me as a child into the City to the Metropolitan Museum of Art when the Mona Lisa painting was on a traveling exhibit. It was only on exhibit at the MET for a few weeks before it was flown back to France. The crowd was so massive that he had to put me on his shoulders to see it and I remembered the importance of seeing that special work of art and the mysterious smile on Mona Lisa’s face. Most of all, I remember that wonderful time spent of just my father and I on this outing at the museum in New York.
While some of us may not have our fathers with us any longer, we can always cherish those special memories and know they will be with us in our hearts and souls to live on forever. For those lucky enough to have their fathers still alive, love and cherish every moment you can of the special gifts they may share with you and the time you spend together. Love and miss you, dad.
Founder of Carley Communications Group