Today's lines, meanders, colors, and tributaries reminded me of sitting in a classroom in the American School of the Hague, a classroom in a house that had been converted into a school. Teacher Miss Thompson was British, my fifth-grade classmates American, the lesson geography, the task to draw a freehand map of a country somewhere else in the world—I have no memory of what country we were studying; what I have is an embodied memory of the interior place I inhabited while drawing.
When I immersed myself in embellishing another postcard setup today, I was back in that classroom, drawing and inhabiting a place somewhere in my interior world.
Love the travel!
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Postcard 11
4x5", acrylic, ink, oil pastels, and matte medium on manila stock
abstract
2016
[not for sale] |
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| humble beginnings |
2 comments:
I loved map making in class. Even though I never got all the details quite right for my picky History teacher. I tried and tried, bust he would always find a city in the wrong place, or battle lines that were off. Ugghhhh! Well, they were pretty at least, if not correct, LOL.
Sheila, love that you knew just what I was talking about when I mentioned the pleasure of drawing maps. Did you ever get to do Kansas—one of its nicknames is the Sunflower State : )
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