9.01.2018

A Sketch, by Nashawannuck Pond, on a Sunday in August


My daughter
sits by the water
sketching a figure

She uses a pencil eraser
that can be pinched and shaped
to accommodate needing to remove
small details from small spaces

She is free with her pencil
confident with her lines
knows just what she wants
to go where

She sketches two women embracing

Mostly she draws them
looking at one another
or eyes closed
rapt

But these two hold on
with strong eyes
focused out of the page
against the viewer
as if
to keep one another safe
from gaze


Camera FLASH in the Imaginary Garden!

14 comments:

  1. The central motif of the piece invokes a kind of meaning to art.. in itself an object but more in what it reveals of the creative spirit.

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  2. This is so beautiful, Marian!❤️ I can feel the silent power in your verse and love this bit; "Mostly she draws them looking at one another or eyes closed rapt."

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  3. I especially love the last part... the wisdom in the lines of being safe against intrusion... almost the same as you observe your daughter writing your poem... there is a symmetry in that I feel is similar as that of the Nautilus shell.... sorry for getting carried away.

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  4. WOW! The poem - and, especially - Anne - her gift, her vision, her strength, her clarity. How very cool.

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  5. I love how your daughter sketches these two women, as engrossed and safe in each other as the creature that resides in the nautilus shell.

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  6. Those last lines, where they're keeping each other safe from gaze, yet wrapped in each other's eyes. Wow!

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  7. I love this moment that you've captured, Marian, with its fine detail - just like the prompt image of the shell!
    I also love the portrait you paint with words:
    ' She is free with her pencil
    confident with her lines
    knows just what she wants
    to go where'.

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  8. An enthralling, entrancing, totally engaging poem! As your daughter draws with her pencil, so do you with your words.

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  9. It is such a wonderful thought — art becomes itself in the purview of the human condition, the subjects are alive in their crafted world. And to protect them from the gaze of the viewer is like any other shield to keep ourselves safe and sound in this intrusive world.
    The closing lines are indeed very well done.
    -HA

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  10. I love the variety of ways you sketch observation and capture the visual nature of art in words.

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  11. Love your ending on this enchanting poem, Marian!

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  12. Greek art practiced in pencil sketching. I like it, Marian. Plus the watching mother, shocked perhaps. Sensuous, years and years ago, ...
    Tales that won't be told.
    ..

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  13. Yeah, that gaze gets old as hell, and nobody knows that better than a teenager, hyper-aware of others' judgements as they are by nature. Always, a lover's gaze must be enough to counterbalance the gaze of the nosy, the disapproving and the titillated. It's wearying, but this poem is marvelous, with its easy beginning and unexpected ending. Love it.

    Thanks for your comment on mine--it was much appreciated, Marian.

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  14. What a superb poem Marian. Stunning, elegant, surprising for the images (my mind is still playing with the details of the eraser) and I am just content to let the words seep and wash over me, in their sinuous fashion. Really amazing.

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