My first memory of formal art is at the Gainesville (Florida) Museum of Art. Our family would go there on Sundays for something free and educational. We went several times, but my brothers and I were always more excited to see the alligator pit on the grounds, than step foot into the museum to see the art. One trip, my Dad just took me inside while Mom and brothers were waiting at the alligator pit. My first impression was that the exhibit was just a bunch of boring line drawings... He said, "no, look closer". So I did. And to my amazement I saw little men walking up and down endless staircases, birds that turned into lizards, and a dizzying assortment of optical illusions. It was an exhibit of MC Escher. Dad is a bit artistic himself, he liked to draw and sketch, woodcarving during our teenage years, and now in retirement years, painting.
He is also my favorite assistant. He is helpful with ideas and structural considerations. He is strong and able to help lift some of my sculptures for installations. He cuts wood panels for me and other related tasks. He has a truck and is willing to volunteer when I need him. He is proud of me.
His favorite flower is a dandelion.
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