The Fine Art of Dr. Ed Fawaz

The Fine Art of Dr. Ed Fawaz

with a life long passion for the arts it always had to be a balancing act for the right and left brain through the rigors of graduate studies. throughout high school and college art was a major player in my curriculum and often in the forefront. At times the creativity had other outlets in practice yet when the right time came it bloomed much like a desert flower.

for the most part my art was 2Dimensional deeply rooted in fine line drawing and charcoal sketching, however in 1984 it matured beyond to 3D when I feverishly created a larger than life bust of my father. The task was monumental especially without a live model and relying on photographs and intimate knowledge of a brilliant father that I admired and looked up to for wisdom and strength for nineteen years which at times were full of challenges.

following a personal loss and a revelation four years I decidedly took a sabbatical from practice so I could properly and intensively study figurative sculpture . at first a bit rusty wherein no time my focus was more refined than ever and years of rendering the human figure truly came to my rescue . in a matter of semesters my professors were amazed how my artwork leaped in bounds and took off with such speed and eloquence.

in reality I am grateful for this mature time in my life that has allowed me this focus , intention and exploration. it could not have happened any sooner as I had wished years back; it is so true when they say everything falls into place when the conditions are all right . the level of appreciation and scrutiny needed from oneself is nothing short of excellence. in capturing the essence of a reclined figure in a given pose one is humbled by the complexity in the subtlties of the human body; one's respect of this level of art soars as it connects with our ancestors and those coming after us.

at times I find myself compelled to push the envelope and stretch reality in favor of poetry I tend to semi-abstract the truth before my eyes. this happens because for years and years since I last took life drawing in 1981 my line drawings were out of my imaginings and not based on a true live model. this practice often took me into a world of expression and stylization unique to me as it did with many artists in their experience. as a matter of fact I still catch my left hand stopping my right hand from where it is taking the artwork, it wanders and a quality check system apparently in place puts a stop to it. on occasion it results into a happy accident and is when I am delighted and most proud of my interpretation

In life we are coached to enjoy our passions and if work is way too demanding we tend to postpone all till retirement. luckily for me I was fortunate to take this time out in midlife and literally sculpted with my bare hands lovely shapes in a way steering my life into a more fulfilling and slower pace hopefully to achieve a new balance between a profession I truly love and one that I was born to take part in leaving an artistic legacy.