I hope I’m only a few hours from finishing this. You see, I found a scrap piece of wood, a 4 X 4 X ?28? Piece of cedar at Lowes. Got it for 50¢ since it had two big old knots, which reminded my of eyes…owl eyes. Problem is, I do pencils, not owls…so I’m really playing this one by ear!
Something interesting happened last weekend while visiting friends. I saw a carving I had made nearly a quarter of a century ago, called Maryam’s monk, that prompted me to look at time – not only in terms of chronology but also as Kairos, which roughly corresponds to the difference between a minute and a moment.
Entranced as I was, I felt like never before the significance of a quote from Cervantes that I included in a recent post.Cada uno es hijo de sus obras. Roughly translated, Each of us is the son (or daughter) of his (or her) works. (Read how this was uttered by Sancho Panza in Don Quijote, Part 1, Chapter 47). Looking at the carving, which I’m now calling Maryam’s Monk (see photo below), I suddenly recalled in that moment how it was made and who I’d become since.
While I was waiting for a call back from Apple Support on a GarageBand issue, which involved my laptop being out of commission and in the safe mode, a topic for a forthcoming illustration I can imagine, I had time to doodle. I’d like to thank my model for being so patient.