Our next door neighbor Leslie is an interior designer. She has a client named Nooshin. Nooshin’s father passed recently. My wife's dad did too. This painting is a result of their collaboration. It’s a tribute to great, well loved fathers.
Is it possible a well loved father is like an eagle in the eyes of his daughter? Soaring, strong and majestic, but still a bit of a wild animal? Well, no matter. Only she knows. There he is, a gift from the right hand of god.
That said, the colors of the canvas are earthbound, aren’t they? It’s real: green grass, trees, blue skies, all where they belong. This father’s life really happened. His branches reach everywhere. His life sweeps across the painting with the wind, left to right.
Like rain, small blossoms (in Farsi this is called shekoofeh) fall from heaven, a tribute to the Father's springtime birthday, May 31st. “Rain of love” is written next to the tree where it branches out. His kindness, like the fresh sent of spring after a shower, is in the air.
Moving across we see his favorite colors: the tiny, bright red heart, the playful curl of purple. In the bottom right we see the family playing, frolicking on horseback. I bet that was a nice childhood, like a May 31st picnic under the father’s branches.
On top of the painting written in white, the wisdom of the Zoroastrian (traditional Persian) philosophy: “Good thoughts, Good words, Good deeds”. Nooshin knows her father lived that wisdom. The biggest Farsi script that cuts across Nooshin's whole life/painting, top center right to mid center left: “Padar” (Father)
Farnösh’s aunt wrote a poem for, now on the painting. The phrases are scattered in Farsi. Here are a few translated lines:
Your love stays in our hearts and never ends
The warmth of your hands are in my soul
My path is the loving deeds you did
What can I say about your good name?
Even though you are not by us (we are by you)
Your pure kindness lives in our memory
I thought my dad was great. I hope yours was too. Here’s to “The Father”.