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| 7/15/26 Social Security office |
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| 6/11/26 medical waiting room |
The sketches I make while waiting for someone or something
to happen are usually just ways to “kill time” (I’ve always thought that was an
odd expression: Why would we want to kill the only resource we truly have in life?).
Yet when I look back at them, I realize that almost all vividly remind me of
the circumstances in which they were made, even if the subjects are “nothing”
(which almost always defines a sketchwaiting sketch), and even if I haven’t
written any notes. Or maybe I should say that the sketches evoke the feelings associated with the circumstances.
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| 5/17/26 waterfront |
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| 8/6/26 Green Lake PCC |
For example, although I didn’t note the temperature, I know that
Aug. 6 (above) was a hot day. I didn’t want to turn on the oven to cook, so I went to
PCC to get a pizza. I could tell that people were using the café area simply to
enjoy the AC.
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| 7/15/26 Social Security office |
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| 9/11/26 Federal Way light rail station |
The yellow sketch on June 11 (top of post) was made in the waiting room of
Greg’s orthopedist, who had examined a broken arm after a fall. He seemed to be
declining in other ways, but the fracture was healing well, which gave me hope.
A month later on July 15, I was in the Social Security
office with our marriage license, applying for widow’s benefits.
Every sketch tells a story, large and small.
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| 9/14/26 Green Lake |
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| 9/16/26 South Lake Union |
It’s the everyday moments of life that you capture so well with your sketches. But, looking back, it’s the ones that count! My life with my husband is so intertwined with mine, that I know it would feel like someone had unraveled my life if he were no longer part of it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cathy! Yes, an unraveling...
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