Hurry Up!
I may be nearly 57 but my eternal inner child is alive, well and as insistent as she was when I was actually her age. A fortnight ago we travelled to Kyoto together.
“Hurry up!” she implored on each of the three nights we stayed out to photograph maiko and geiko. “I’m bored already. We’ve been out all day. I’m tired. I want to go back to my room. I want to eat.” And – “Buy me a macha ice cream”. [I did. It was delicious.] “My feet hurt. My knees, back and shoulders ache. I need a bathroom. I need a bed.”
I had to be firm. “Just another half hour”, I replied. “Wait until I get a couple more photos. I tell you what, after the next maiko or geiko shows up, then we’ll go. Just until 9, 9.30, just until 10.”
So the internal dialogue continued. Adult Julie simply HAD to hold out; resist the whine from within. This was a small window of opportunity (three days and nights) to acquire new source photos to draw from. I couldn’t waste precious time by giving in and going back to the hotel. I MUST HAVE PHOTOS! (Or to quote a famous lady, “I must have my share…”)
We agreed on one thing; when maiko and geiko appeared, enabling us to get photos, both adult and inner child were exultant. “YES!”
Maiko and geiko finally came out of various ozashiki and dashed in the rain to their next appointments. The drawing’s title refers to their speed as they hurtled (with grace) past one another beneath red umbrellas.
“Hurry Up!” is a drawing about movement; an impression of speed. Plus the title acknowledges Inner Child. It reminds me of our nightly reckoning as we endured mind-numbing boredom and fatigue on the dark wet streets of Gion – waiting interminably for a few quick bursts of elegant action.