sketch by lynn
At the county fair last week there were farm animals to touch, lots of children, and even a pig race. We passed an exhibit of bales of hay that all looked the same to me, yet one had a blue ribbon attached to it. Turkeys roaming around that almost were my size. Cows being milked. The badge of this little dog belonging to the local sheriff read ‘deputy sheriff.’ This all had me reflecting on our relationship to animals – in farming and as pets.
Brush it on, rub it off,
under or over,
Rub-ber ce-ment.
What keeps us together?
What pulls us apart?
Strings of sticky.
Separation– no tearing.
Closeness– no wrinkling.
Together–apart–together.
As I feel the first nip in the air, summer is coming to a close, but there are still memories of many things that made this summer wonderful – including the farmers’ markets and the Lake Michigan beach. And opportunities to draw them, from life and from memory and imagination.
I love drawing faces. It feel so good when I actually feel like I have touched the essence of the person and it also actually kind of looks like them. There is something about the way we see a person that can help us to capture the essence. Ubi amor ibi oculus, where there is love, there is sight.
drawing of eric by lynn
