When we were growing up,
being sick was an occasion.
Mother brought us meals on a pink wicker bed tray.
Our family even had a separate set of dishes for illness—
blue and white with a dewy rosebud painted in the center.
The plates were smaller than regular dinner plates.
"You just don't have an appetite when you're sick.
There's nothing less appealing
than a big plate of food!" Mother would say.
I can still see her shaking down the thermometer,
that whit-whit-whit.
Judy Goldman, Losing My Sister
On my easel
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| detail—tissue paper collage work in progress, 16 days in, 5/4/20 24 x 48" on canvas |
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| detail—tissue paper collage work in progress, 16 days in, 5/4/20 24 x 48" on canvas |
8 comments:
Teasing, teasing, teasing! How big are these in relation to the whole?
Your prose reminded me of times past, what was the name of that disinfectant that they would spray? It will probably come back to me!
Carol, these details represent about 6x6", so each one is about 1/32 of the total canvas.
Lysol? Couldn't tell you—we used no such spray in my home when I was growing up!
I love to see the canvas shining througn! Makes me curious what will happen to it!
Glad you mentioned the canvas shining through, Simone. I like seeing it, too, and have set an intention to be thoughtful in how much and in what ways I cover it along with how much—and if any—I want to stay untouched right through to the end …
The prose brings back coca-cola syrup, mercurochrome, vicks vapor rub. And the delight of being tenderly cared for. :)
Love the snippets and peeks! Wonder what you'll show us next????
Isn't it fun to tap into the personal sensory memorabilia and accoutrements of childhood illnesses (assuming they were garden variety) of decades ago?
I can totally see the snap of the wrist and hear that whit-whit-whit when my mom shook down a thermometer.
Snippets and peeks: more to come!
Messy! YES! Blue! YES! Scribbles! YES! Black and white! YES! Pattern, warmth! YES! Promise! Oh yeah! ;)
Sheila, your yes-filled comment has me lifting my chin, sitting up straight, cocking and ear, and exclaiming: Oh yeah! Thank you for the artist-nurturing feedback : )
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