Friday, August 24, 2012

Seeing my Home Through a Fish-Eye

When my father passed away, I went back home for the traditional Shiva-a, the seven days period of mourning. Perhaps the grief did something to change the way I viewed things, or else it was sitting in that space--my childhood home--in a spot I rarely sat before, discovering it from a new angle, observing how light penetrated the far reaches of this place, how the furniture signified relationships in the family. I drew what I saw on a napkin; wiped my tears with it, and later discarded it.


Coming back to the states, I recreated that sketch from memory. In my new drawing I used a fish-eye perspective. What does that mean? Like regular perspective, the horizontal lines converge into a vantage point in the distance. But here is the difference: the vertical lines are not straight, nor are they parallel. As you look up, vertical lines converge to a point up there, beyond the edge of the paper. You can call it Heaven. And as you look down, the vertical lines converge to a point below, call it Hell. Which makes the entire perspective embrace you, as if you are in the middle of a fish bowl, seeing the world curve around you.

And looking though such a perspective, what did I see? An earthquake, really, in the aftermath of my father's death. Books falling off the shelves; the lamp swinging like a pendulum; the little side table (in the front) overturned, so my father will never lay his pen upon it; and instead of the persian rugs that used to adorn this space once upon a time, I floated blank pages on the floor; pages he will never again use for writing.


In my next sketch I let the lamp swing even higher into the air. The place has completely tilted, and my father's armchair is ascending above the rest of the furniture. This is the sketch I used for an oil painting called My Father's Armchair, which later became the cover of my new book, coming out now: Home.


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13 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for this touching reminder of events that take us back.

    I posted a friends short story about a hospice caregiver on the Short Stories page of my blog.

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    1. I'll check it out, Richard! Thank you for sharing this.

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    2. Richard--read it! Poignant story. Here's the link, so it will be easy for other readers to find it: http://venturegalleries.com/uncategorized/behold-the-angel-of-death/

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  2. Wow, I love that cover. I think the circular picture means you felt the embrace of family. I think the drawings are warm and encompassing.

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    1. Yes--encompassing! Just the word. Thank you, The Desert Rocks.

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  3. I love your artwork and the connections made through it.

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  4. Hello Uvi, just stopped by to notify you that I nominated you for two blog awards... :D http://acostaeveli.blogspot.com/

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    1. Thank you Aveli! So nice of you.
      Just followed your blog.

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  5. Uvi, from this side of the screen, I see an author and artist who's talents are limitless.

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  6. Awwww... You are so gracious! And so kind to me, Renee.

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