In my drawing “Just a Moment” a mother bends down to attend to her child. Perhaps a small jacket is being buttoned up, tears wiped, nose blown, or reassurance given. A mother’s life is made up of ‘just moments’ – tiny insignificant events which add up to years of loving care.
I was meandering through St. Paul Village in the Marais on my way home for lunch after a very long walk. I became aware of a mother and child who were walking at the same slow pace as me. The little child was crying and crying – wailing words in junior French. At that time of day he may have been on his way home from daycare. I felt for both; the forlorn child protesting at his lot, and the mother who plodded patiently alongside.
I thought about each of my daughters; Emily, Alicia and Lucy, when they had been little children…that plaintive cry, “Carry me“. Going deeper into my memory I WAS the child, tired and demanding, “Carry ME!”
Somehow the two figures crossed the road and walked away, perhaps while I was distracted by shop windows. I looked into the middle distance and there they were – a perfect little composition. Even the red ‘sauf’ sign was just right for me – a surrogate Japanese lantern. I took a photo then continued on my way.
This was just a moment in the lives of all three of us.
On reflection, each and every pencil mark is a moment too – so many moments gathered together to make up a whole drawing.