A Small Act of Love
“A Small Act of Love”
212 x 308 mm
coloured pencils and oil pastels. June 2018
“A Small Act of Love” is the second drawing I have made from a single source photo. When the first drawing “Just a Moment” sold last year I was both happy and sad; happy as it is always a pleasure when a drawing sells; sad because it was destined to be a part of my “Remember Paris” collection – to be shown in September 2018.
“Just a Moment”
Coloured pencils, drawn January 2017.
Recently as I was reviewing the “Remember Paris” drawing collection so far, I once again mourned the loss of “Just a Moment”. However I saw the possibility of a second chance as I had cropped the composition the first time. This time I would draw from the entire photo – making a whole new composition. And I would use oil pastels as well as coloured pencils. (You can compare the two pieces – above and below – here.)
“A Small Act of Love” June 2018
coloured pencils and oil pastels.
The thing is, I want my exhibition of drawings to be more than merely sumptuous views of Paris. My aim is to show a wide range of her personality traits. The essential ingredient of this piece is intimacy – an everyday moment of a mother assisting her child.
Last weekend I visited one of Australia’s major art galleries. I felt like I was in a void while I viewed the traditional and modern grandiose works. What was my place in art? Did I have one? Back home again, finishing off this drawing gave me a sense of perspective. Perhaps this is my place in art; what I do day after day is a small act of love.
Note: The drawing is made to be seen from across a room so it is a good idea to stand back a few paces from the top image…and then it makes sense.
Just a Moment
“Just a Moment”
A mother-and-child moment at St. Paul in the Marais.
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.