Infinite Sky
My parents were married on the eve of World War II. As with most women of that era, my mother remained a virgin until marriage and, because of circumstances, even afterward.
She was head-over-heels in love with my father, and then he was whisked away to storm the beaches of Normandy. They could not be together to consummate their marriage until many months later, and he was off again. More months stretched into years, with visits short and precious. Goodness knows how she was able to stand it.
I think of her in this picture, wondering where he was, sending her love to him across the wide open sky, hoping he felt it, wherever he was at that moment, halfway across the world.
8 x 10, ink and watercolor on paper.
posted by aw at 6:56 PM
3 Comments:
This one made me look for a long time. You can even tell how much pressure she's using to hold the flower between her fingers. I like the way the drawing is revealed in stages; you go right to the flower, then back down to the figure where you see that it, too, has been drawn subtly and accurately.
It is one of the few that he has done that has any sort of object in it besides just the figure. It's funny because it seems that she's looking at the flower, but when you look longer it's more like she's holding it right over her torso and is going to maybe let it go, or?
intriguing piece, beautiful composition.
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