Recently my father showed me some of the drawings he did while he was around my age. I don’t know why he hadn’t shown me for 17 years.
He loved to draw planes, helicopters, tanks and stuff like that. While I prefer human portraits to vehicles, I can appreciate that some of them are really really good. I wondered why he didn’t pursue something he was good at and had interest for, so I asked. He said “You know, there’s not much money to be made in art”. Part of me understood his pragmatism, but another part felt sorry for the state he’s in now, after how he had abandoned his passion.
