4.

My dad called me out of the blue, to catch up. We ended up talking for almost an hour about books, theatre, and the process of making art.

When I was a kid — and particularly when we were travelling — he took me to see all sorts of plays and gallery exhibitions. He didn't mind that I was usually the only kid at those things. He believed in the importance of art, in incorporating art into your life, and was determined to give that to me.

As I get older, I'm realizing that art is the center of gravity in my life, the thing that everything rotates around. When I come loose, art always brings me back. I have my dad to thank for all of that. I hope he'll follow through with his intention to write a play when he retires.