“When my dad was a kid, I guess 10 or 11 years old, my grandfather wound up buying that drawing table for him. And this is in the Great Depression, as an immigrant family, so it wasn’t easy to come up with the money for what seemed like possibly a frivolous expense. But it ended up meaning a lot, really the whole world, to both of them.
My grandfather had that very intense, first-generation immigrant work ethic. He was a butcher, a kosher butcher. I think he probably would have preferred if my father would have followed him into that trade, as cutting meat is steady work, you know? People always have to eat. But my dad always had the artistic impulse. He wanted to be an artist. He saw this drawing table and fell in love with it, but it cost what must have been the princely sum of $12 or whatever back then. It was just too expensive.
Well, lo and behold, my dad comes home from school one day at age 10 or 11, and there’s the drawing board in the apartment. My grandfather said, “Here it is. I realize you love this so much, I got this for you. It’s that important to you. It’s your passion. Use it and love it.”
And that’s the way my grandfather was, too. That mentality has been passed from my grandfather, to my father, down to his family. My dad really didn’t care if I went into art, or anything else. What he did care about was that I followed my passion. Their mentality, at the end of the day, was that you always have to follow your passion and do what your heart tells you to do. Do what makes you most happy. And drawing made my dad the happiest. That’s why that drawing table appeared out of nowhere, and why my dad was still using the same one 60 or more years later. It’s a great table. I learned on it, myself.”
-Adam Kubert, on his dad Joe