Irwin Harvey Brown

My father, who died tonight, (1928 - 2020) lived these words and advice against all odds.

He made a living as a fine artist for 5 decades. Even up to his death, "creative" and unique.

It all started winning a contest at Brown Brother's furniture store in Los Angeles. Painting by night and working at Safeway as a manager by day. He abandoned the day job and never looked back.

A creative life because he had to do it. The passion was in him and he had to express, like many artists in history that preceded him.

I grew up at gallery openings and art shows. In the 70s, our summers were spent in Laguna Beach at the Sawdust Festival. We were kind of hippies living a life of art.

The man was a tireless creator. Early in the morning to late at night. He had his studio and the garage. Needless to say, he dripped acrylic paint a lot. The garage will never be the same, a Jackson Pollock like masterpiece unintentionally on the garage floor.

Like many creative types, he was not always easy to live with. He was so absorbed in creativity. But there was always a kiss good night.

Good night dad. Be with mom.