My older son Luke, turned eighteen. He leaves me both joyous and bereft.
But I have kept a record of our lives together from the earliest moments and I find I can recover him on any given day, like a fresh breeze that enters to wish you well, only to depart.
He is the little boy in both the left and right panels, a blonde, serious, laughing angel of a child, curious and quiet. Not much changes, and everything must change.
Luke means light. He has been the child who offers humor and an easy smile, affectionate, warm,... the older son, one of two in the middle, and no matter what I say or do, uniquely his own spirit.
He journeys ahead, the 'David' of Goliath.
I know this through the years of drawing him, when his eyes have lifted easily to mine, and when they have looked away, whether theatrical or happy, or angrily in a mood.
I have found him around every corner.
This journey of motherhood is indissoluble, an indigenous part of me, and my drawings have become a transfusion over time.
It's just a bit of the journey, but you'll find him in every image posted here.
very nice :) I really like how you can see him at different ages. And I like the background color, it really makes the paintings pop!
ReplyDeleteThese show so many different faces/expressions/insights - very interesting!
ReplyDeletethanks guys...good to know there's someone out there looking at this stuff :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting....sorry I didn't get to meet Luke.
ReplyDeleteVery nice pieces. I find the progression through time to really impact who he is. I know you probably didn't intend to put them together one day, but anyway.
ReplyDeleteI liked the different styles - from painting to charcoal(pencil?) to pen and ink it seems. I might be wrong; computers make pictures funny.
All in all, a telling collection of years of emotion. Very Nice!