After I was done with “Place-Holders”
(September 28’s Enterprise) I was still hungry to draw - not just draw, but
throw myself into something more ambitious - having, as usual, no idea what
that would be.
It turned out to be this drawing. A few minutes
ago when I finished it, looked at the time and saw that September 28
had turned into September 29, I realized something about what probably was
prodding me - September 29 was/is my brother Bob's birthday. (He died in 1989
of AIDS.) One clue about why these faces are as beatifically smiling as they
directed me to make them became clear: they were wishing Bob a happy birthday.
There will surely be a poem (me being me) I'll
write tomorrow (or later on today) to be this drawing's companion - well, I say
surely because that is my ingrained custom, but to leave this only with the
title that instantly seemed right to me may be enough. It's simply what I've
said what today was:
After I was done with “Place-Holders”
(September 28’s Enterprise) I was still hungry to draw - not just draw, but
throw myself into something more ambitious - having, as usual, no idea what
that would be.
It turned out to be this drawing. A few minutes ago when I finished it, looked at the time and saw that September 28 had turned into September 29, I realized something about what probably was prodding me - September 29 was/is my brother Bob's birthday. (He died in 1989 of AIDS.) One clue about why these faces are as beatifically smiling as they directed me to make them became clear: they were wishing Bob a happy birthday.
There will surely be a poem (me being me) I'll write tomorrow (or later on today) to be this drawing's companion - well, I say surely because that is my ingrained custom, but to leave this only with the title that instantly seemed right to me may be enough. It's simply what I've said what today was:
It turned out to be this drawing. A few minutes ago when I finished it, looked at the time and saw that September 28 had turned into September 29, I realized something about what probably was prodding me - September 29 was/is my brother Bob's birthday. (He died in 1989 of AIDS.) One clue about why these faces are as beatifically smiling as they directed me to make them became clear: they were wishing Bob a happy birthday.
There will surely be a poem (me being me) I'll write tomorrow (or later on today) to be this drawing's companion - well, I say surely because that is my ingrained custom, but to leave this only with the title that instantly seemed right to me may be enough. It's simply what I've said what today was:
My Brother Bob's Birthday
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