By Yash Seyedbagheri
You paint a picture of your father for art and include yourself.
You paint your father in grays, fading into black, colors representing shifts in time although Miss Edgar cannot see that. Rising at the office, sinking into power.
His words assault you with each brisk stroke. Learn to use people, honesty is subjective. Art means nothing.
You add distance, stand on a point on the horizon so unimaginable. Your father is hundreds of miles away on the canvas.
Miss Edgar laments the distance.
For Miss Edgar’s sake you move yourself a step closer, but no more. It’d be a lie.
Powerful and poetic.
Nicely done, Yash.
Nice
I think this is very good. I also think that when children become parents themselves they re-evaluate their judgements of their own parents 🙂
All of the above.
Poignant.
“Children are not a zoo of entertainingly exotic creatures, but an array of mirrors in which the human predicament leaps out at us. ”
? John Updike