I cried when I saw this kiss in the movie Mrs. Miniver. The people in the painting are Greer Garson, as Mrs. Miniver, and her daughter-in-law in the movie, played by Teresa Wright. The moment was so tender and beautiful, and it displayed a version of a mother-in-law that goes against the image most often characterized in our misogynistic popular imagination.
Several years ago, I forced Jacquie, my mother’s partner of 36 years, my mother and Maryanne to visit with the Phillie Phanatic at a local college’s alumni weekend. The Phanatic loves to mess up people’s hair. Jacquie was always fussy about how she looked, but she was a good sport that day. (I think she was holding on to the mascot’s hands so they wouldn’t wander). Jacquie was a generous soul who could maintain her dignity even when being manhandled by a 6-ft. tall, very green, and very furry creature. In heaven now, Jacquie’s hair is being permed while she is getting a mani-pedi and reading Star magazine or The National Enquirer, with a Slot machine not far away. Rest in peace.
I read an article which was adapted from Mark Kriegel’s book The Good Son, about Ray Mancini and his tragic fight with Duk-koo Kim. The sorrow and ultimate absolution in the story were characteristics I wanted to communicate in paint. I also wanted to experiment with color, to move toward some of the beautifully muted colors I saw in Old Master paintings at the Louvre. Here are my attempts. The Ray Mancini painting has been worked on longer. I have only begun the Kim painting.
Been sidelined by neck and hand pain, but know I will feel better soon. I am looking forward to my freedom, but the wait makes me anxious. Here are some new sketches:
Although the places we visited were extraordinarily beautiful, and the experiences we were fortunate to have, such as high tea at the Empress Hotel, were enjoyable and memorable, my neurotic side, ever vigilant, still found time to express itself. I believe this is due to being raised with my father’s favorite expression still repeating in my head: from laughing comes crying. But He may have heard it first in German: vor Lachen weinen kommt. I have switched to using pencil, rather than markers, so to see these images well they must be clicked on two times to view the largest size.
I returned recently from an emotional trip to Vancouver, Victoria, and Ucluelet, B.C. These drawings complete the sketchbook, Strange girl at your service, and were made early in the trip. I tend to be an anxious traveler, and the figure of death will appear throughout. Peace to my friends.