My son, Nino is an artist. I figured this out back when he was four years old and he drew a meticulous rendition of the front of our house with the most intricate details, including the coiled up hose off to one side of the garden. I distinctly remember thinking: This kid sees the world through different eyes.
Now Nino is a senior is college and I think at age twenty, he’s finally realized what I knew all along—that creating art makes him happy. For a couple of years he went down a different path, thinking that a degree in economics and accounting would offer a better chance at financial success. Luckily, this path didn’t turn out to be the right one for Nino and he changed his major to Art. Since making that decision, I don’t think I’ve seen him happier. When you follow your bliss you’re heading down the right road, no matter what.
Last night our family attended Nino’s first solo art exhibit at the UCSB Art Box Gallery and I’ve got to say, I’ve never been more proud of my boy.
The title of Nino’s show is “F*** You, Pay Me”. Sorry if the profanity offends you, but hey, it’s Nino’s prerogative to express himself in any way he chooses. He’s the artist, after all.