I have wanted to do this post for a long time. My dad was a very talented artist who didn’t pursue it. I only knew him up until the age of 5 when he and mom split. I was either angry at him or blaming myself. The way I dealt with the pain was to erase him from my mind.
A couple of years ago my mom showed me this drawing he did that she saved. Why she waited 50 years to show me I’ll never figure out. She told me he also studied at the Art Students League. I never knew this but I was following in my father’s path.
I guess he had the same beliefs I did about not being able to support himself in art because he ended up being a used car salesman. But then mom told me about how my father was using his talent to help others.
It seems in the 1940s the NYC school system was developing classes to help delinquent boys learn how to get skills for jobs so they didn’t turn to illegal activities. They also introduced them to art. My father was hired as an art instructor. Schools realized culture can civilize.
Then WWII came and he was drafted. But he also had skills as a photographer so ended up being a government photographer in the Phillpines where he was stationed.
I am proud of you dad! (Below is his colored pencil drawing of Lana Turner 1939)