Eye Glasses. Pigment ink on 11"x14" Bristol Bored (Board). Okay so what's with all the objects here? Not much to them. I was sharpening a vegetable cleaver while drawing and cooking oriental vegetable stir-fry. I thought of the three blind mice, I wanted to draw a banyan tree and when I drew one of the interloping roots, it looked like a snake, so went ahead and drew a snake. Had to draw eye glasses after all and still feeling left-over desire to draw denim. Also drank cola for the first time in weeks from a stem glass with eyes, I mean ice. And I hate rats and mice...and I have to have a pattern on the table and floor and since I am using black ink might as well draw checkered floor. No deep meaning , just brainless squiggling.
This is my entry for Illustration Friday's "Eye Glasses" prompt.
I was a seventeen year old student nurse when I scrubbed for my first and only enucleation case. When I think of that procedure, I don't try to focus on the clinical aspects of the case which I do remember, but rather the human relation connections. You see, the patient was someone I knew since he was in first grade. He was my youngest sister's classmate. His older brother was my classmate from first to sixth grade. We all attended the same elementary school. We were neighbors. His parents were acquainted with my parents. His father was my eldest sister's and elder brother's teacher in high school. His mother was one of my adult Girl Scout leaders. His mother and my eldest sister were co-teachers in the same elementary school faculty.
About five years ago, I was standing in the entry hall of our corporate office in Texas when a man and woman came in and asked the security guard for directions to the Human resources Department. It was past five o'clock PM and the offices were closed. The man saw me, I nodded in acknowledgement and told him about the office hours. He saw my corporate identification card. Seeing that I had an English surname, he asked if was originally from the Philippines. You know, I don't like strangers asking me personal questions but hearing the man's gentle intonation I sensed the man was from the region where I was born. I still answered a plain "Yes." He asked more questions. I became annoyed so without answering, I asked him the same questions. He only seemed happy to answer. He asked for my maiden name. I thought to myself "what are the chances of him knowing my family" so I told him. Whoaaa! He looked so delighted. He asked about my father, he knew the street where we lived and described our house where he said he had visited. We were neighbors. He told me that he was the classmate of one of my sisters and his father and my father were members of the same church club and his mother was my other sister's teacher. He told me to remind my sister about the smallest member of the class.
How often does that happen? Such a small world.
I called my sister to tell her about her former classmate in elementary and high school. She told me he was the smallest student in the class, she knew about his case with the atomic energy department. That man later became an engineer in one of our hospital facilities. I told him about my sister's illness. He visited often to ask about my sister. He was saddened by my sister's passing. We also talked about other things. He told me that he likes to go ballroom dancing. I giggled because he is so petite. I am much taller than he is. One day he told me that he and his best friend like to go fishing. He told me that I may know his best friend.
His best friend was my patient.
His best friend was my patient.
Aaaahhh! I have been uninspired. Too lazy to draw and if I do, I too often soon forget about my drawings. Here are some pieces I drew during the past couple of months which I have not shared here before. These are pen and ink on 11"x14" Bristol Board sheets.
Carolina Chikadee. I am not very good with animals. I struggle when I draw them. I cannot draw animals from memory. My Father-in-law's Backyard (Too bored to finish this piece. I was experimenting with different squiggling tints, perspective and layers.)
Part of the Grotesque Series. King Troll on the left and King Rat on the right.Used up so many pens. Had to order more. Also ordered two dozen 11"x14" Bristol Board pads which makes me feel guilty if I don't use them - viscious cycle.
More backyard scenes from my Father-in-law's kitchen window. Elephant Ridge on the right and bedtime drawing steps below:
The End.
