( Mostly for myself )
Breathes In Slowly asked if I would sit for a painting. "You'll need to be still for about an hour for the sketches" she told me. "Most people watch TV."
I don't watch TV. I was almost defiant. "Well, you could read a book." Well, okay...yes, I have several books I've been meaning to study. "No! I don't want you studying. I wanted to draw you relaxed, in repose."
So, what you're saying is, you need me to sit still for an hour? "Yes." Can I diagram photos? It'd just be my arm moving. "No. You can't do anything but relax. Can you do that?"
Okay, admittedly, a lot of that conversation just happened in my head after I agreed, but....I have returned to the subject repeatedly ever since. Maybe I could work on.....well, I could just finish the.....
I don't know why, but just now I was pretty powerfully reminded of the one time I accidentally hurt my dad's feelings. I was nineteen, I think, and we were looking through old photos. It was weird seeing him that young. A bunch of photos fell out and got mixed together, and as I was picking them up I found two photos of my dad, spaced about twenty years apart. Hey, dad, look at this. What happened to your smile?
You could see it, in the later photo his smile was really forced. About a month later, he called me to tell me he'd been sorting the rest of the photos, and he couldn't stop looking at his smile, watching it grow more forced over the years. "What happened?" he asked me. "I thought I enjoyed my life, but look at my face."
"Look at my face," he said. "And tell me this is what happy looks like."
Breathes In Slowly asked if I would sit for a painting. "You'll need to be still for about an hour for the sketches" she told me. "Most people watch TV."
I don't watch TV. I was almost defiant. "Well, you could read a book." Well, okay...yes, I have several books I've been meaning to study. "No! I don't want you studying. I wanted to draw you relaxed, in repose."
So, what you're saying is, you need me to sit still for an hour? "Yes." Can I diagram photos? It'd just be my arm moving. "No. You can't do anything but relax. Can you do that?"
Okay, admittedly, a lot of that conversation just happened in my head after I agreed, but....I have returned to the subject repeatedly ever since. Maybe I could work on.....well, I could just finish the.....
I don't know why, but just now I was pretty powerfully reminded of the one time I accidentally hurt my dad's feelings. I was nineteen, I think, and we were looking through old photos. It was weird seeing him that young. A bunch of photos fell out and got mixed together, and as I was picking them up I found two photos of my dad, spaced about twenty years apart. Hey, dad, look at this. What happened to your smile?
You could see it, in the later photo his smile was really forced. About a month later, he called me to tell me he'd been sorting the rest of the photos, and he couldn't stop looking at his smile, watching it grow more forced over the years. "What happened?" he asked me. "I thought I enjoyed my life, but look at my face."
"Look at my face," he said. "And tell me this is what happy looks like."