 My grandfather was a painter; a man whom I only knew briefly, an immigrant whose creativity was shackled by his need to find his way in a new world. He painted portraits and still-lifes. He dared!
My father was an artist; a man of spirit and talent beyond words. He was possessed by his muse. He painted a windswept world of buildings and boats, shadows and trees… and children. He was a colorist wandering in a somber realm. His paintings will delight others forever. His talent recompensed him handsomely. So rare, so rare!
My twin brother is an artisan; a crafter of wood… a maker of shapes to satisfy function; a master of design to satisfy himself. He is of the old world and the new… a student of history and culture… a prince without peer!
And I, too, have followed my destiny and followed my family’s footsteps… to walk the alluring path of artistic expression. Regardless of the presence of their footsteps, there are no guarantees; no roadmaps or markers, just direction and the companionship of my creative impulses. It is the life that I choose and that has chosen me. The Fabe Family art legacy continues… |
