In the early 90’s, I traveled to central California to gather with family for a wedding. We all stayed in an unfinished house my step dad was renovating in Los Osos, and the evenings were cushioned with childhood memories and reflections on love, passages and family. My brother Todd (1963-1993) was moved by our sister’s pending nuptials, and we reflected on our views of commitment – forward, as it related to marriage, and backwards, to keep paths to siblings & family intact and well-worn as adults. He wasn’t a writer, but over that weekend, he stopped several times to write his thoughts down. He said he wanted to record the important stuff so he wouldn’t forget it later. I snapped a photo of him sitting crosslegged on the floor of the porch, writing earnestly on a sheet of paper propped on a photo album. I’ve sketched from the photo, and now printed the image as a drypoint with watercolor here. It occurred to me that I’ve recorded him, while he was recording himself, so I won’t forget the important stuff either. 😉 Have you painted scenes from events and people you want to remember? Share links and tidbits in the comments.
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Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn’t matter. I’m not sure a bad person can write a good book. If art doesn’t make us better, then what on earth is it for.