My Dad Arted

February 3, 2009 at 2:27 am Leave a comment

My dad used to live in the basement

Not really, but it seemed like the case for a good chunk of my childhood.

What was he doing in the basement all that time?

He was arting.

Because to him art is not a thing, it is an action.

It is the process of the creation, not just the result.

But the results were always beyond comprehension to me:

flying sun

flying sun

And he was so cool, he even had a website!

(Here’s the link)

But he hasn’t touched his art for years – and I miss it.

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