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Book ends

Posted: July 26, 2011 in 1998, candle, flowers, hebrew, radiohead, yarkon
Today, while cleaning the drawers, I ran by a time capsule from the last century… 
1998 to be exact.

(and a technical reminder – you can click on a drawing to zoom)

Last day of the vacation, tomorrow is back to work after two weeks of vacation.
Rinat’s asleep, I gotta get out.
Waking her up gently to tell her I’m gone, taking the sketchbook – I didn’t draw during the whole vacation, though this is the therapy I planned.
On the exit from Ayalon there is a corner of the Yarkon that always looks appealing. 
Lots of people in different stages of BBQ, draw them? maybe something in a Biderman style? 
I take a chair from the car, it is already twilight-time and a eucalyptus is hard to draw, where do I find a starting point? 
Also, I am so rusty, and a pen drawing requires so many lines…
Two birds landed on the trees in the background, I draw them a second before going back home.
Tomorrow is a working day.

Didn’t draw in a long while, and the candle, it isn’t clear how it is built, with a dent around. 
And Rinat is saying – how will you deal with it? so I try. 
So many layers of darkness, and I have no shading experience, it all becomes too dark, and all of it is just so I catch a glimpse of a lighter shade at the candle’s corners. and again the question – what do I do with the background?
At my last birthday, two weeks ago it was? – Rinat surprised me with a house full of candles, and all the walls shook in the candle lights.

All I wanted is to draw the chain, but things continue. this is part of the chain that holds our bed, People think – Chain in the bed, who knows what they do with it. and I think – where is the stitch between a drawing and a word, for instance – why do I guard the borders of the lines I drew, and why not draw over them, ignore them, intertwine in them, and what is the meaning of it?
Not that I think of ‘art stuff’ – but I wonder where are the limits of the symbol – a drawing is still a symbol, though an abstract one.
And all of this before I turn off the light and go to sleep.

A Raymond Carver book
A  broken tooth – but the mouth is closed.
Rinat listens to the radio.

Flowers on the table
I bought flowers that look like a bush