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I couldn't help but get excited about learning how to paint. As I sat watching my father
put most of his painting utensils down on the kitchen table I curiously asked
“Is this everything you have?” he replied in a subtle tone “Not everything I used to have
As he opened box after box of every shade of color you could ever need alongside
pencil’s ranging from 9H to H from 9B to B and pens from .5 to 2mm wide. All I could
think about was how long it had taken him to collect all of this.
“How long have you been painting/drawing for?” He quickly replied with “I've been
painting/drawing all throughout high school and my whole architectural career that's
“I was gonna learn from a very experienced teacher.” I thought about the art on the
After finally getting everything out from painting utensils to canvases it was
time… we started off slow it got to the point where I was bored. But it was finally my turn
to do what he was explaining this whole time. My Father had me draw three
dimensional objects so I could learn the basics of realistic painting. It wasn't too difficult
up until shading.
“Shading is setting a point where the light is hitting the object.” he said and quickly
followed by saying “you go from light to dark typically you use B pencils for this.”
In the end I did the exact opposite of what I was told which made my father
rant about ethics and philosophy. My father was always like this; he only ever wanted
the best for me. Which is why he taught me ethics and showed me different
The following day he took me to an art museum to observe what different styles
of painting there were. The museum was beautiful, the Spanish colonial style was
enough to have my father go on a rant about how they could have done it.
“Look at those statues and the way the columns are carved.” followed by “these
After we entered I saw some paintings with vivid colors and some
monochromatics and different painting styles. But he mainly talked to me about finding
my own way in painting. And to translate such knowledge to real life, he explained to me
“Some people live their lives without miracles, others see miracles everyday.” he said in
I knew he was talking about being grateful for waking up that day and for
everything good that has happened to me. While we were there he brought up
“If you don't like the god the catholic church idolizes you may like Baruch spinoza’s.”
Then he said “the first thing a father can do for his son is give him a god, because that
This is one of those moments where you are reminded that your parents love you
who only gives love, a god that didn't create heaven or hell.”
After all that the car ride home was full of lectures of how I should see things. He
told me
The next morning in that same kitchen where sunlight was barely coming through
the windows. My father asked me to teach him something for a change. After all he had
taught so much to me I couldn't say no, all he wanted was for me to help him with his
english. We spent all of that morning practicing phrases and words. And after he
All I could think was "The relationship I have with my father is a unique one but a special