Sunday, February 21, 2010
Looking into the past
I have a pile of photographs from my mother's house that I sift through now and then and sometimes try my hand at drawing one. They need to be scanned before I can do so as they're often small and quality isn't fabulous.
This was a sketch of one of the photos of my grandfather, quickly done on in a handmade, ink stained sketchbook. I'd say that the photo was taken in the early 1960's or late 1950's. I seem to have made the hairstyle distinctly 'elvis-like' but is isn't that pronounced in the image. I keep trying to draw him, but never succeed. The likeness always eludes me. Its the same with portraits of my father, I just haven't captured the essence. But I will keep trying.
My grandparents lived in the same house as we did for as long as I have memory and I was so firmly attached to my grandfather its a wonder I didn't drive the poor man insane. He couldn't move, but I was with him. When he ate, I sat on his lap and had some of his dinner, when he walked in the early evening, I walked with him. When I went to the garden to play, he came too.
Each morning he would get up early and my grandmother would stay in bed reading. He would bring her breakfast in bed every day, then return to fetch the tray, clean up the dishes and amuse me.
He died in the early 60's when I was still under 10 years old, but even in that short time that we shared, he became firmly embedded in my memory.