Getting a picture of my dad is extremely rare. Getting a picture of my dad inside my art studio is even more rare. This is one of the last photos I took of him. I liken my dad to a Snow Leopard: an extremely private, elusive creature, who's stories and adventures border on myth. He was one of the most fascinating creatures I have ever known. My father taught me many things. And although my mother taught me how to paint, my father taught me how to dream.
One of my fondest, earliest memories is of my dad drawing pictures in the air to illustrate his fantastic stories. A house, a tree, the sun, the moon, the stars. One particular evening, he asked me: "What is the fastest way to the moon?" I thought hard for long time and finally answered: "A rocket ship? The speed of light?". "Your imagination." he answered. "That is the fastest way to get anywhere you want to go." He was right. My father taught me how to dream and channel my imagination into reality through discipline and hard work. I love my dad. I am honored to be a part of his legacy.
My father passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, June 25, 2020. He is survived by his wife, four children, and 9 grandchildren. A private ceremony will be held in his honour on Thursday, July 2, 2020 in Orem, Utah.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art-making process is a catalyst for transformation and personal empowerment. I am living proof.