|Photo: courtesy David Friedman|
My Dad asked me something, a question. I don’t remember what it was. It doesn’t matter. I know this story because my mother told me about it years later.
She told me that he had asked me a question. I was silent.
I didn’t know the answer. Well, maybe if I did, I just maybe couldn’t think of the words. He asked again.
I was flustered, frustrated. I was really trying to think of it … just couldn’t.
“No”, Dad replied. “He knows the answer. Wait… he’ll think of it”.
He persisted, believing, I suppose, that I really did know it, that I would think of it… eventually.
I picked up a stick. I scratched something in the dirt. I drew a picture of what I had wanted, tried to say, what I couldn’t say with words. I drew the answer.
From early on and to today, I illustrate my world as an artist. I draw ideas, portray my feelings and picture my thoughts. I would grow up to document my life in a cavalcade of images, a visual parade full of color and light that would capture, in magic moments, the trail of my life.
David Friedman, Pathmaker: Walking the Talk, 2001,
acrylic, 36” X 24”
|David Friedman, New Path, 2016, acrylic, 40” X 30”|