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I CONTINUE TO come across old sketchbooks I had forgotten about. I knew I had them because I made the decision to ship them to Spain eight years ago. And, when we moved from Sevilla to Fuengirola in 2013, I again organized my art supplies and sketchbooks. But, somehow, I didn’t remember they contained many of these drawings.
My sister Dale died in 1981 (click here). At that time, I was still carrying a sketchbook with me wherever I went. Here are a few drawings from the last time I visited her in South Yorkshire four months before she went into hospice care in Sheffield — a week after we were told there was nothing more to be done to stop the spread of the bone cancer. I was back again with my parents and The Kid Brother to be with her when she died.
This encourages me to carry my sketchbook wherever I go and draw whatever I see. I didn’t think much of these drawings at the time but I’m so grateful to have them now.
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CONTINÚO ENCONTRADO VIEJOS cuadernos de dibujo que había olvidado. Sabía que los tenía porque tomé la decisión de enviarlos a España hace ocho años. Y, cuando nos mudamos de Sevilla a Fuengirola en 2013, nuevamente organicé mis materiales de arte y cuadernos de dibujo. Pero, de alguna manera, no recordaba que contenían muchos de estos dibujos.
Mi hermana Dale murió en 1981 (haz clic aquí). En ese momento, todavía llevaba un cuaderno de bocetos conmigo dondequiera que iba. Aquí hay algunos dibujos de la última vez que la visité en Yorkshire del Sur en Inglaterra cuatro meses antes de que ingresara en un centro de cuidados paliativos en Sheffield, una semana después de que nos informaron que no había nada más que hacer para detener la propagación del cáncer de huesos. Regresé nuevamente con mis padres y El Hermanito para estar con ella cuando ella muriera.
Esto me anima a llevar mi cuaderno de bocetos donde quiera que vaya y dibujar lo que vea. No pensé mucho en estos dibujos en ese momento, pero estoy muy agradecido de tenerlos ahora.
Estación de King’s Cross, Londres. A punto de partir hacia Doncaster.
Durante mi visita en noviembre de 1980. Se despertó, así que me detuve. Pasé tanto tiempo observándola dormir, escuchando su respiración dolorida.
El día después del funeral. El gato de Dale, Blackie. Era totalmente negro … en caso de que te lo estuvieras preguntando. Ella fue más creativa con el nombre de su periquito, Sidney.
En el vuelo de regreso a Nueva York antes de dirigirse a casa en Boston.
Alrededor de 1960 con nuestro primer periquito. Nombrado por nuestro padre. Fue llamado Oscar Dinglehoffer. Cuando él murió, conseguimos un nuevo periquito llamado Oscar Dinglehoffer el Segundo.
Such beautiful pictures and memories
Such poignant drawings. I like them all, but I love the vase and rose. You really shouldn’t keep talent like this bottled up. I should talk! I have an adult coloring book that I bought a year ago, and still haven’t used it. The kids’ books are more fun 🙂
Deedles,
Jerry bought and adult coloring book and good pencils about 3 years ago. It sits on the shelf untouched. Seemed like a great idea at the time.
I know, right? Sometimes I feel like I could be yours and SG’s child. Of course, you both would have to be shifters and I would be a butt baby. That thought can’t be anymore fantastic than the idea of you having me at two and seven! I really need to get into some cool water, stat!
These are just beautiful, Mitchell.
Judy,
Thanks for the kindness. I’m at least not DISsatisfied when I look at these and it makes me feel comfortable carrying around a sketchbook again. The memories are so much richer for me than with my photos.
What a treasure to have.
Jim,
It really has made me happier this week.
OMB, those curtains! parakeets are fun. please do keep up your sketches; you do wonderful work. dale’s sketch is so sad.
Anne Marie,
That time in the living room with Dale was hellish. I overdrew her features because I became lost in my head. And those curtains were custom-made, lined drapes in the dining room that matched the drapes in the living room. Very 1956!
Such wonderful sketches, the memories do come flooding back.
You are such a wonderful artist.
parsnip
Parsnip,
Thanks so much. Just like old photos of myself, I didn’t much like most of these at the time. Now I do.
Precious memories indeed and beautiful sketches.
Debra,
I’m so glad I have these.
Those are wonderful drawings. All this time and Im still learning things about you and hidden talents. What else are you holding back?
Mistress Maddie,
Oh I wish I could tell you.
Great work, wonderful memories. We hold onto things that have meaning to us.
David,
There are some other sketches I remember well and wish I had kept. But I’m so grateful to have these.
What a great way to keep a diary – you are very talented – keep sketching 😘
Nubian,
I really do now appreciate the value of my sketches as a diary. And oh I owe you a message!!!
Oh Mitchell. How poignant. And what a talented artist you are! Thank you for sharing these with us.
Jennifer,
Thanks for your kindness. This helps keep me inspired.
Beautiful, and filled with feeling. And that one of you (I presume) and Dale with Oscar Dinglehoffer, well, it’s just so realistic, like a photo! LOL
Walt the Fourth,
Yes! And to think I did that one that looks like a photo when I was only 4 or 5 years old. A prodigy!