this week my small daughter and i built two, large, light-weight hanging sculptures for my first year students. the students are beginning to learn about seeing value, tone and texture in drawing.
our construction rules:
*13 freshman - two large objects to be drawn in vine and compressed charcoal.
*40 minutes for me and the girl to construct two 6' - 0" x 3'-0" contraptions for drawing.
* lots of folds and texture.
*60 minutes to find materials.
*20 minutes to hang in first year studio and light properly
*be inspired by eva hess and kathy kelley in 20 minutes
*have a great time.
*wait until thursday's studio to see what the students draw this week.
These bones are not like those bones, heavy and box-like, heaving under breath and skin. These bones - mine - are small and narrow. His are thick with age. Amidst the beeps and flickers of monitors and lights he is restless. I have held this hand a thousand times before, rolled this knuckle between forefinger and thumb, mapping it's outcroppings and valleys. Eyes. Two brown pools that teased, enticed one with promise and unfathomable depth. And if depth could be described as sound, his eyes were a slow steady pulsing, like a soft tether drum, or the recessed shallows of a heartbeat.
In the distance the doctor's voices sound like footsteps on carpet, muffled yet deliberate. They talk about the difference between fifty and eighty.