The Success Syndicate

Heading: teacher and memories 🧑‍🏫

🧑‍🎨Today I want to share what I keep in my heart. My father was an artist, not a professional, but a real artist for the soul. He could sit for hours with a brush and paints, create his own little worlds on canvases. He constantly studied, tried new techniques and styles, and so often he called me to join - to learn to draw with him.

At that time, I did not always understand his appeals, I believed that there would be time when I could do it later. But "later" doesn't always happen. And only when my father was gone, I really felt his passion and for the first time consciously picked up a brush. Now I have his paintings, and they are with me every day. In every stroke there is his warmth, his hands, his view of the world. These paintings remind me of him and teach me to appreciate every moment we have with our loved ones.

My father’s painting exhibition at my school 👇

Thank you for the kind words about my father. Your father left a good memory of himself by giving paintings to the world. Are there many paintings in your collection? Bravo 10👏