Transition
It goes slowly
Seems to last forever
Living in the moment
Drawing their attention
And then
It’s a memory
The transition
Seems to happen
Overnight
Sitting and waiting
Too much time for
Reflections in the mirror
Waiting it seems
To live in the moment
Again
Knowing the reflections
Draw more memories
Now
Than attention
This morning “MA” posed for a number of
mostly quick sketches I did. The one included here reminded me of some of her
poses from a year ago. I took some of the sketches I had done of her then and
compiled them into a drawing, along with images of younger women. It was placed
in a May 1, 2011 post titled “
I had placed her with images of women she
might have looked like, when she was very young. The words above were included
in that post. I was remembering the previous drawing and the words. It is a
little odd, how the smallest gesture, like “MA” sitting down, can spark a
memory of these obscure thoughts, both the words and where she sat.
24”x 18” Sanguine on 65# paper
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