Saturday, February 27, 2016

The Paints

I called my Dad this morning while I was waiting in the Starby's Drive Thru. "Dad I am going to buy you some paints.  I just read about a man who was 85 years old when he started painting.  He painted over 1,300 paintings.   Like Bill Traylor, you can use remnants from your recycling bin as your canvases---cardboard boxes, old bags and the like."

My dad was atypically quiet for a few seconds and then yelled emphatically, "I'll be painting protest signs.  How 'bout THAT?"

In other words, Dad was resistant to my suggestion.  "It's never too late to be a great artist, Dad," I told him, but Dad just changed the subject to an eye doctor appointment scheduled for next month.  "They told me they're going to put needles in my eyes," he said with a chuckle. "I'm not looking forward to that, let me tell you!"

1 comment:

KC said...

This makes me laugh. I love your dad's response. You can't force anyone to be an artist, I guess.

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