Today is Father’s Day so if you have a dad or someone you think of as a dad and they love you and you love them, I hope you have a good day. To celebrate I am once again offering my apologies to Dr. Seuss and offering a poem for the day.
There are dads who stealthyAnd dads who are wealthyDads who give the evil eyeAnd dads who are filled with prideDads who will give you hellAnd dads who can teach a spellSome dads truly are the pitsAnd some dads understand that sometimes all you can do is sitSome dads are faster than lightAnd some dads always say what’s rightSome dads come to their role quite lateAnd some dad’s will do anything to change their child’s fateThere dads who are protectiveAnd dads who are reflectiveAnd some dads who, after all, were detectivesThe dads of DC come in all sizes, big and small,And then there are dads who aren’t fathers at allI miss my dad - give yours a hug for me! Have a great day!
1. For me, art is a permanent effort of exploration.
Watch, listen, smell, taste, touch, feel, dream, ponder, question, analyze, wonder.
Always curious of the objective world and the subjective mind; always push at their boundary to see if I could go further or deeper, or wonder if the boundary never actually exists at all.
And then communicate with others and myself, see how much I can express it to them, or how much I actually understanding.
How much more I can do.
It’s the Tao of my life.
2. What’s interesting is that no one really tell me what art should be.
Or at least no one really work on giving me some convincing or authoritative answer.
My parents let me experiment; my summer school art teacher only taught a few basic skills, gave a topic, and let kids draw whatever they wanted; my friend happily accepted my housewarming gift (above).
So in the end it becomes Me vs. Me. No one really gives me any direction or instruction. I’m my own direction and instruction. I’m my own boundary. And I will always love a new adventure.