Saturday, May 7, 2016

Things My Mother Taught Me


It’s been nine years since my mother died.  Nine years.  That’s a lot of time to think about things- good things, bad things, confusing things… all the things that comprise the complex and often contentious mother-daughter relationship.  My mother was not an easy person.  Often depressed, never diagnosed, she lived life as a matrix of emotions, unrealized dreams, and frustration.  It’s Mother’s Day weekend and I am, of course, thinking of her.  It’s also Kentucky Derby day.  Two of my mother’s loves included animals and art.  She had a passion for all things horse and an undeniable aptitude for capturing the magnificence of these animals with pencil and paper.  Her attention to detail rivaled great artists.  As a child I would pour over her sketch books- books hidden away in cabinets, cedar chests, backs of closets… all the places curious little people go when out of the watchful eyes of their parents. Her work was amazing- seemingly endless pages of anatomy- forearm to wrist, wrist to coronet band, band to hoof.  Hoof and fetlock, eye and cheek, eye and cheek and muzzle… parts painstakingly sketched over and over and over.   Turn enough pages and finally your eyes would meet a fully-formed figure of grace, speed, and beauty.   Her fundamental understanding of the underlying anatomy allowed her drawings to authentically represent the horse.   I desperately wanted to sketch like she sketched.  I asked her to teach me.  I received an instruction book, a paper pad, pencils, and a Grumbacher kneaded rubber eraser.  My attempts to mimic the guide book resulted in sheer frustration.  I was so mad at her.  I wanted her to sit down with me and show me, teach me, help me.  But no.  Yet driving to my guitar lesson today it finally made sense.  Anyone can supply you the tools, but you have to supply the effort.  No one can do it for you… you have to learn it and make it your own.  You have to practice and discover, hone and refine.   Wanting is not enough.  You have to do… and it’s really all up to you.  She  gave me everything I needed; I just didn’t realize it until now.