December 5 is our King's birthday and Thailand National Father's Day. It's the day of yellow color ( the King's birthday is on Monday which is yellow), contagious smiles and family reunion. It's the day of thinking about the love of my dad :)
In my memories, there are two most beautiful moments of Dad and me. One is the day when Dad held my hand and took me to a library. The other is the picture of Dad slowly and attentively flipping through pages of my art history textbook under dim lamp light. These two pictures tell so much of how I become who I am today.
If you have followed my MerryDay art long enough, you might notice that I usually draw my Merry Girl reading or holding a book. I'd like to say that it's me. I love reading and I am a crazy book buying addict :) I guess I can blame it to my dad who took me to my first library. He also took me to bookshops on Sundays and never complained when I spent so much time reading. He's not good at reading Thai but always read Chinese stories and usually tell us interesting things he found. He subscribed for National Geographics even before we learned to read English. He said that the magazines were a good investment and although we read a few of them, we treasure its beautiful photography art. Dad loves beautiful books, especially coffee table books about home decor and garden. I love beautiful books too. It inspired me to work hard on my English class. I had a lot of vocabulary notebooks and now I can comfortably read those beautiful books and more. I'm so grateful for that :)
A few days after my graduation from art school and flying back home from the US, Dad borrowed my big book of art history class I brought back. The book has about 1,000-something pages and weighs almost 5 kilograms. It's a gorgeous book full of pictures and history from Prehistoric Ages to Modern days, including both Western and Eastern art. Dad spent time looking at each page as if trying to absorb everything. When he finished he said he was so happy that I got a chance to learn about those beautiful things. I always almost cry whenever I think of his saying...
So, I guess now you can tell who is my great life influence. I love books because of Dad holding my hand to that library and I love art because he sees what wonderful world it is when full of art.
He is eighty-something years old now. Still working Monday to Saturday. He has been talking about retiring for several years but hasn't got to that point yet. He loves working and I hope he continues working as long as he wishes. And I wish I could do as much as he does.
Happy Father's Day :)