my father was an artist. actually by profession he was a welder but (and maybe this is because i had a chip on my shoulder because all my other friends fathers were meteorologists or architects) i have always glamorized his manual labour by thinking about what he could do and occasionally did do with his own creativity and heap of heated metal. his real artistry however was painting. his preference was landscapes in oils but he was also known to use charcoal and pastals and even to do portraits. he would occasionally exhibit in local galleries and occasionally sell pieces but he mainly did it for pleasure. when i was in my early teens i had to pick my school subjects and he tactfully but firmly steered me away from taking an art course. he wasn't wrong in thinking that i didn't have the sight or patience for classical art. i can't draw what i see however hard i try and to be honest i've never been a fan of literal art anyway. what i really love is colour and shape and thats something i've found that i can easily create myself without the need for patience. art for me has become a much broader concept as i have aged. art is anything that involves creativity and beauty. for example on my den wall i have a old table top. we use the table top as a flat surfact to hold paint pots and every time we paint and it is covered....sorry have to go.
4:02 p.m. - August 18, 2003
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