A Patch of Blue
If you've read this blog for any length of time, you've certainly read about my desire to draw and my struggle doing that. Part of it is lack of confidence, part of it is lack of practice. Still another part of it is the question of what to draw.
The last part has to do with what inspires me (and this applies not only to drawing, but to all of my creative work). It occured to me recently that I rarely pull inspiration from the voluminous reading I do, and the characters in films that get under my skin and stick there.
With this in mind, I've been playing around, experimenting, making messes. Without purposely thinking about it, I ended up making a piece based on a movie I haven't been able to shake, called A Patch of Blue (1965) starring Sidney Poitier, Shirley Winters, and Elizabeth Hartman. It is the story of a blind girl, trapped in a tiny apartment with her abusive and exploitative mother, stringing beads for a living, who one day meets a kind man of color who takes the time and interest to show her how to enjoy things (like pineapple juice and music) and navigate in a sighted world.
It is a deeply moving film. Poking around a bit to find out more about the cast, I was saddened to know that the woman who plays the blind girl in the film, Elizabeth Hartman, is - tragically - no longer with us. I was just flattened by the whole thing - the film, the story, and the cast.
So, here is my little collaged drawing to commemorate A Patch of Blue. The 5" x 7" canvas board includes a layer of writing with india ink, gesso, pencil, oil pastel, and acrylic glazes. The figure isn't meant to be a realistic or representative portrait (obviously!). In fact, I'd like the figure to be even more abstract.
I can work on that with the next drawing and the next book or movie on my inspiration list.

... for movies. One of my favorite Christmas movies is
... for baking. I continue spending a lot of time in the kitchen, which I'm wont to do this time of year. Every year I find myself captivated by the sacks of cranberries that appear in the produce section. Whole cranberries are kind of a mystery to me. For aesthetic reasons, I love their shape and variety of color (from white to pink to red to claret - a sack of cranberries is a visual feast). I happen to love cranberry juice, but whole cranberries are - wow - super tart. Still, I have this weird fascination with cooking and baking with them. Last night I made
Mr. P. and I headed out to the movies this afternoon to see
