Vase of Flowers - 2025 09 08
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Vase of Flowers - 2021 11 04 - graphite, ink, highlighter felt pen on paper - 8" x 10" |
I made this drawing four years ago. My Mom had moved home with me and my husband after she aged out of the mental health group housing where she had resided for 40 years. She turned 91 her first day home. She was a frail elder with complex needs and we were immediately in an "all hands on deck" situation.
My brother lives across the continent in and around New York City. He was a critical member of our caregiving team and made a point of sending flowers as we navigated one milestone after another.
I have always loved the look of fresh cut flowers in a vase. I have never felt comfortable drawing them. I knew I could never replicate the colours, shapes, and natural beauty of the bouquet. It didn't stop me from trying!
This drawing caught my attention when I was recently rummaging through one of my piles of drawings. The date tells me that I made this drawing on Day Four after Mom moved in. I remember how overwhelmed and unprepared I was feeling at the time. I also remember making the drawing for my Mom, and feeling like I had not captured the spirit of the moment. But I kept the drawing nonetheless. Actually, Mom insisted on keeping it. It hung on her wall throughout her time with us.
Later, after Mom passed, I was clearing out her suite and found this drawing. Now I had to keep it because it was part of my Mom, it was part of my life. So I put it in the collection of drawings I keep in the attic and even though I rarely look at them, I cannot bear to part with.
Now here the drawing is, in my hands again, and I love it. It is now up on the wall again, singing its mysterious incantation of line, tone, colour and shape. It inspires me to draw more flowers and trust that my observation and skill will reveal something to me that I could not otherwise see.
I suppose that is what drawing does for me. Like writing and music, something is made sensible to me, that was otherwise confusing, baffling, and frustrating. Drawing helps me find a way to understand and take comfort in the drawing itself.
Writing about drawing transforms a visual, sensory experience into words, words that help me explain, to myself, what I am part of, what life means, and what to do next.
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