My father is also an eccentric man, and the older I get, the more I realize I am a lot like him. And I'm happy about that. For a brief time, my father painted. He created tiny abstracts on wood blocks, and I have those in a box. I treasure them. He shrugs them off as though they are nothing, but I once heard him talking about them with his grandchildren, and it might as well have been an inspiring gallery talk. A fireside chat.
Then there's me. I think people would say I'm a bit eccentric myself. I don't know about that. I'm currently studying comics through the California College of the Arts, having studied art and painted throughout my life.I recently realized that my paintings are comics, and that we are surrounded by comics all the time, and I hadn't recognized them.