My Nana Emery (to distinguish from my other, Sicilian Nana) was an artist, as much as being a full time mom allowed. She and Grandpa had four kids (my Dad is number 2), and they were a handful. They started having those kids during the Great Depression. Nana and Grandpa had eighth grade educations (a pretty common stopping point back then). They worked hard, and did well (Grandpa was ultimately an engineer with IBM, and retired in his 50's). They lived to be over 90, and were married over 70 years. And Nana learned to draw and paint, taking some lessons, as I recall her saying, and won awards for her work. The paintings are scattered around the family. Some were sold, as well.
The drawing here was sent to me, frame and all, by an aunt who married into the family and then divorced. She and my uncle divided three Nana artworks. When Nana passed away, a month ago, the aunt thought maybe one of us might particularly like the drawing. She found me on the web, saw my work, and offered it to me. I was happy to accept such a generous gift. So this piece now hangs in my office at work, where I also have a few of mine up (mine rotate as I paint new ones). It's wonderful, to me, to see Nana's artistic legacy spread over my walls there, and it will remind me of the aunt, as well.
This scene was drawn (oil crayon, I think) from a photo the uncle had taken on a trip in Idaho. I love the way Nana's lines in this drawing make the land (under snow?) appear stretched over the bones beneath. I sense the thrust of the mountains, and of the trees. It's a pleasure to look at it while I'm on the phone, and to see it first thing each morning when I get to work. She was a bold, fun loving, laughing person, with boundless energy. I recall that their visits to us, usually staying a week or two in the summer, were fun but exhausting, because Nana never stopped moving, talking, doing... Grandpa also had to be always busy (or he'd fall asleep in a chair, "Just resting my eyes!" he'd insist). I see Nana's vitality and confidence in the way she handled her lines, her darks, her contrast. She was a bold painter, and a bold person. She's a good example for me. I plan to learn a lot from this drawing. Click on the image for a larger view.
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