revisiting roots...drawing
12/27
i walked by Spring Studio today
where I started figure drawing probably 20 years ago
there was a sign saying that it was moving
so i went downstairs to visit with Minerva,
who is the most fabulous teacher
and who created this incredible environment
with wonderful models
for people of all ages and expertise
to come and draw.
i hadn't been there for about 2 years,
since a bit before my mom got sick
but she greeted me with:
there is a drawing of yours in that pile over there
it's the one with skeletons...
she was right of course,
it was something she had hung in a big group show
a few years back
and i had never retrieved it.
there were piles everywhere
of unclaimed drawing pads, books, bones, costumes, paper, supplies...
some stuff had already been moved to the new space
there was still a lot to go
so,
even though it was not in my schedule
i decided to join the others,
all devotees of hers
who had come to help out.
i only lasted about an hour
i don't know if it was the memories of all the packing up
and discarding i have done recently with my mother's things
or if it was too reminiscent of the same type of purging
that i am continually up against
in my own studio
but at a certain point
it did not feel healthy for me to continue
i am still feeling shaken by the whole experience,,
it really brought up a lot.
