Jun 16, 2014
Art in all its forms. Visual arts, film, music, food. Passions we share, my dad and I. When we speak, the conversation will curve, and we will begin discussing philosophy and sensibility. It bends again, and we become political commentators. After a time, we loop back to colour, texture and lyrics. Another turn and we are talking about our similar sensitive souls and then laughing at our love of sweets.
A few years ago, my dad sat me down to discuss his will. It’s not a conversation any daughter is keen to have with her father, but I listened. He mentioned a few assets, he mentioned my siblings, and he mentioned that he does not want to live past the moment when he is not meant to live and that he is relying on his family to recognise this moment.
I remember telling him that I was only interested in the art he has created and in particular one piece, a drawing of a nude woman sitting next to a window smoking a cigarette.
And now I realise that while I am still interested in his art — which is a vast collection because he is one of the most prolific artists I know, an artist who confronts life by creating — I am more interested in the here, the now, the conversations.
These conversations fill me, they carry me, they make me laugh when nothing else can, they make me trust myself, they make me hungry for life, they make me want to scream with written words, to pour my everything into creating, to understand, to love, to remember this and forget that, to hold on no matter how jarring the ride, to ask how the fuck did I get so lucky to have a dad like mine.
In honour of my dad and all the dads of the world this Father’s Day, here are some art pieces created by dads, depicting dads, exploring the relationship between a dad and his child(ren).