The curator, a beautiful young woman with eyes painted in curvy openings on her face, spoke gently, carefully, and softly, as she walked the visitors through the gallery showing paintings, drawings, and photographs done by the artist. Her voice was calm, warm, inviting, and rang almost with the excitement of a young child, at times. “He could draw anything, but it wasn’t always so. Though he had observable talent since he was a boy in Nulandawei, he had to work hard to bring his talent to the level of accomplishment. He drew for hours, since childhood, but that’s not all he did.”
The crowd stops to view a large painting of a woman. The atmosphere in it is dim, but the dark of it is rich in deep, mysterious purples, maroons, and veridians. The light is a spiritual candle glow on the subject’s face. She looks sad, yet vibrantly content. “He had been taught by his father, a wise tradesperson, that he had to involve his mind and body in different things, to broaden his vision, deepen his mind, and expand his understanding. It wasn’t easy.”
The viewers now look at an image of the artist as a boy. He couldn’t be more than ten or eleven years of age in the photo. He is standing near a model of a rocket, but not looking at it. He appears to be instructing someone about the machine. “He came of age in a time when everyone wanted young people to be good at only one thing, and because he did and tried to do many things, he was ridiculed. However, his father told him something he never forgot, and which helped him as a young boy, and throughout his life, to deal with this challenge. What his father shared with him, he even imparted to his students, to the ‘last’ day.
Finally, they concentrate on a picture of the artist’s father. He looks humble, and alone in the photo. “Ignore, if you can, anyone trying to take away from you your happiness, your focus, or your most of all, your dignity, but give your full attention to someone who reveals the truth to you, about yourself, or anything else important.”