Saturday, 29 November 2014

A DOG CALLED PEPE

One of the greatest joys of my life is being the daughter of artists. Every few months of every year, a person comes to life on my mother's canvas. Although she has a tiny cramped attic studio, accessible only by a metal ladder and involving a thickly weaved rope to pull herself up the final stage through a trapdoor (I know! The shenanigans have to be seen to be believed…) Mum often works at the breakfast room table in full view of her critics. My brothers and I peer at drafts, tossing off phrases like 'The nose isn't right… you haven't quite got the perspective… that background shade really doesn't work…' etc, etc. Each piece is worked through Michelangelo-esque struggles - the ultimate alchemy of transforming a blank page into a work of art.


Sometimes it isn't a person. It's a dog called Pepe. And when the last piece of chalk pastel worked its Perveen-directed wonder, Pepe leapt out at her, ready to play fight, growling lovingly with the thrill of being alive.


5 comments:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

wonderful. capture Sam's soul

Sherry Blue Sky said...

YES! Your mother brought Sam to life on that canvas, and so beautifully. What a glorious creature he looks to be. I worry about her going up that ladder and thru the trap door, yoiks. I vote for the kitchen table for sure!

Shaista said...

That's lovely of you Marco xx

Shaista said...

I vote for the kitchen table too! But artists must be free and creative :)
Also - the dog is called Pépé - Mum made a mistake with the name. All corrected now!

Jeanne-ming Brantingham said...

I vote for the kitchen table too....HOWEVER, I am torn, having also been subjected to the art critic by committee and the result was mush,
But Perveen, is the artist extraordinaire.

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