watercolor and pastel pencils.

10″ x 12″   (2013)

The obligatory, accompanying song would, of course, be found at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQhCNOV5Gnk

I know, I know….I’m irretrievably sentimental about certain things.  I should emphasize that, in the photograph from which this painting is derived, Newby and William were mutually inspecting an I-Phone’s image-system, or something equally un-sentimental.  That said?…..

Newby does, indeed, love her two grandsons. The youngest has his father’s eyelashes…..and his mother’s mouth (which, as you can see, is HER mother’s mouth).  I’ll be giving this to Marcy (one of Newby’s two daughters).

Is it too obvious that all I really cared about, when drawing/painting this, was Newby’s hair?  It was, once upon a time & like that of both of her daughters, red….now, it’s a  very fine silver….not a stray, wiry, coarse hair in it……(it’s very lovely, I think).

….And the harp with a woman’s head
Leaned against her shoulder.

Her thin fingers, moving
In the thin, tall strings,
Were weav-weav-weaving
Wonderful things.

  Many bright threads,
From where I couldn’t see,
Were running through the harp-strings

  And gold threads whistling
Through my mother’s hand.
I saw the web grow,
And the pattern expand.

  She wove a child’s jacket,
And when it was done
She laid it on the floor
And wove another one.

  She wove a red cloak
So regal to see,
“She’s made it for a king’s son,”
I said, “and not for me.”
But I knew it was for me.

  She wove a pair of breeches
Quicker than that!
She wove a pair of boots
And a little cocked hat.

  She wove a pair of mittens,
She wove a little blouse,
She wove all night
In the still, cold house.

  She sang as she worked,
And the harp-strings spoke;
Her voice never faltered,
And the thread never broke.

And when I awoke,-

  There sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder
Looking nineteen
And not a day older, …

  ….And piled up beside her
And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king’s son,
Just my size.”

 —-Edna St Vincent Millay, 1926.