My Dad at Sixteen

This is a bust of my dad at age 16. It was made by my grandfather who was, as I have previously mentioned elsewhere, a professional sculptor and artisan. My grandfather sculpted it in clay and then a plaster of paris cast was made which is pictured above. That was then handed down to me when my dad passed away a few years ago so I am now the proud owner. I have a few other works by my grandfather, mostly drawings and sketches but also some watercolors and one other small sculpture that he made. He was a very talented artist as you can see from the picture above. Of course, I treasure all those works that I now own.

Thankfully, the artistic talent of my grandfather was also handed down, first to my dad and then to me as well as two of my brothers. It's a wonderful thing to have, a talent like that. To have an idea in your head and then to work it out on a piece of paper, something to see. To have nothing and then with a bit of work there's something to look at and enjoy.

In the end, when I think about it, the talent was ultimately handed down to us from our creator who also began with nothing except an idea and then a whole universe was formed. It's wonderful to have a little bit of that feeling of being pleased with what you make. Something like the Creator had at that time of creation when He saw that it was good.