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I can’t even begin to imagine what my life would be like or who I would be today if my dad hadn’t encouraged me to pursue art. He would always give feedback on my work and make suggestions, he was the most supportive person in my life. I miss him everyday.
When I was 13, I started experimenting with photography using an iPhone 5c with some little snap on lenses. When I turned 15, my dad bought me my first DSLR and talked me into going to the CCS precollege experience, the program costed A LOT but he insisted for me to go.
He saw my potential and always pushed me to do my absolute best in my art classes because he knew that I was passionate about art and wanted to see me succeed. In 2017, I was a winner of the congressional art competition. My dad took a long weekend off work and flew to DC with me
When I graduated in 2018, I was hesitant to major in fine arts in the fall. He explained to me that its a competitive field but he had no doubt that I would be successful in this field of study. I wanted to major in business bc I was nervous but he encouraged me choose art school
I struggled my freshman year with classes but he always told me to do my best and that he was proud of me no matter what, even if my best was a C. But he motivated me to get higher grades in my art classes because that’s what I was good at and I loved to create.
In June of 2019, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He told me that just because his life was coming to an end, it didn’t mean that mine was. He told me that he wanted me to keep working hard in school and to keep creating art.
Moments before my dad passed, he used all his strength and very last breath to say “I love you”
I’m truly blessed to have been raised by such a loving and supportive father. I’m grateful to have had him in my life, I would give anything to have 1 more day with him
I’m truly blessed to have been raised by such a loving and supportive father. I’m grateful to have had him in my life, I would give anything to have 1 more day with him
His friends told me that he was always proud of me and that he would brag about me and my art to them. His friends also tell me that I’m just like him which is comforting to hear because it makes me feel closer to him.
Sometimes I’ll sit there and look in the mirror for a few minutes and find all the similarities in my facial features that I shared with my dad because that’s the closest I’ll get to seeing his face again in person
