46 // via Samsung Instinct M800: Fine Art
I went to art school. I think I’ve made this sad confession elsewhere on Small Things. I’m not much of an artist. Frankly, those two years were more about beer and women than charcoal and color theory. Thus, I’m a journalist who sometimes dreams in oil paint and ink.
My dad is a frustrated artist too, and I think maybe I picked up a gene or two. He started life as a bookbinder’s apprentice, and still, somewhere in his collection, has some nifty books with cover illustrations in gold leaf.
It may be the next generation who will carry this artistic gene to fruition. This is a picture by Alex, merely 4.75 years old, but ripe with expressionist potential. I mean, seriously, I’ve seen some abstracts that lack this kind of intuitiveness in color.
I know, I know. Proud dad.
