The Art
Esther's passion for drawing has always been there; she has never really forgiven me for not sending her to proper art classes during her school days. Being ignorant and having so much commitment, you will think that art classes were not really that important. But I am wrong again. She told me how some of her architectural course mates had gained through proper art coaching and how she may have turned out for the better. I told myself not to allow the guilt to overwhelm me and am consoled that there are some out there who never went to art classes and still did well. So, struggle Esther; what ever you have use it.
The break last week saw her again with her colours. She had a peek at the garden and allow her inner instinct to carve out another drawing,
She has a penchant for hues and paints but not pots and pans.
Her deft fingers allow the natural strokes to flow out.
But she never does one without the opinion of dad. The Lau art is contagious in Muar; almost every cousin is an artist. Somehow, it is in their blood. Just last week, my old friends of Muar asked about the Lau teachers of SAB; Ms Hope and Anne Lau. Both are established art teachers and many have gone under their tutelage. I still remember that duster knock on my head when Anne asked me :
"what are you drawing?"
Oh how I dread art classes...Esther's art is not from me. I can hardly draw a thing. She is daddy's girl.
Dad will find time to do this; add his opinion and touch and allow that art in him to surface.
Father and daughter will somehow allow that common interest to gel them together; they fight fiercely over preferences and finally criticize each other to bring out the best combination. Both agree that they can never finish painting a piece; there is always room for improvement and further improvement. They fought till the cows came home.
The final touch; is it done? Don't ask me. If there is some more time they will continue to splash.
Fortunately, there is another one who is not so keen in painting but very keen in cooking. Sara prepared a meal to establish peace in the home. After a long and heated argument over which is the better opinion, all agreed that the meal was the best antidote. So all ate in peace in good bonding.
You think the painting is completed?
But I think it looks good; my 2 pence worth opinion; I who am no artist.
Will anyone buy it?
How much?
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