Too often when I think of my mother I remember the long years of Alzheimer’s, when she lived in a world I could neither share nor understand. This distorts the woman who should live there: the one who loved to sing, to laugh, to talk to anyone who crossed her path. The woman who taught me to embroider and to treasure words. The librarian who gardened in roses, who wondered at birds, whose favorite color was red.
directly to heart
At the beach this year, a pair of cardinals visited the deck daily. Even when we couldn’t see them, we would hear them singing. Then when I returned home, a pair of cardinals started regularly visiting the Rose of Sharon tree. Cardinals were my mother’s favorite bird, and so these days she is often in my thoughts.
I haven’t been doing much drawing lately, but birds always offer a good opportunity to practice. Happy Draw a Bird Day!–hopefully a few fly into your life today as well.
They’re insanely expensive of course but I was walking around Nordstrom’s shoe department and kind of fell in love with these crazy shoes. I attempted a drawing of my favorite one. These I’d rock with a pair of leather pants and top, all Gucci of course. I wonder who buys these?
And a few others, all out of my price range but very cool:
I was discussing swimming pools and memories with our friend Claudia McGill and remembered when my Dad used to sit at the bottom of the pool with his scuba tank. All the kids would dive down and he’d hand them the breathing thing; we would hang out down there and take turns buddy breathing. I hadn’t thought of this in a long time. This is just a prelimary sketch and I’m going to paint it. Claudia said early memories are the strongest. I’m going to have to think of more memories that I can translate into visual ones. Maybe a series?
these waves like children–
splashing colors and laughing
back and forth between
wind breathes through water, dancing
with incandescent reply
I didn’t do much drawing at the beach this year, but I did take my art supplies down to the water one day, battling both the errant waves and the wind. I also took many photos, but my adventures with camera settings means they need a lot of work.
Tanka using Colleen’s prompt (in loose association); drawings in ink and watercolor pencils.
They’re doing construction in my neighborhood. There are piles of Belgian blocks for the curbs, wood and other building materials. The pattern of these stacked concrete blocks appealed to me so I did a drawing. I must admit I’m rather pleased with it.
His photo. I liked his comment “Pay attention to detail”. Very astute. I did change the somewhat muddy water to blue: poetic license.