Thank you Mom
All the cards in the World for my Mom!
With coming Mother’s Day this Sunday, I went back in times
and looked at the things that my Mom did raising me as an artist. This humble
modest woman, who was working in the Construction Bureau as the engineer, never
held a brush in her life, and was raised in 50s by the Communist Soviet Union
where everything what you do is predicted, written, controlled; this woman was
encouraging me so much. She had no doubt that I will be an artist one day. In
fact, I told her this news at age four.
When I was five, I remember I was in the hospital after a
painful surgery of lymph-nods removal. My Mom gave me a first perspective
drawing lesson there. In a playful manner she opened a huge secret for me that
the sink in the bathroom of the hospital room is not square as I see. Not only it
has thickness; but it appears having some parallel lines that are trying to meet
far at the horizon. I was listening with open mouth and tried to copy her
little drawing. Later the same day, I was looking at all things in my hospital room
and drew them in perspective lines: the bed, the table, the mirror.
We also had a game in my family. I used to come to my Mom and
bug her, Mom, Mom what should I paint? She would always say; Paint a Bunny.
Then I went to my desk and after a silly bunny sketch I’d paint something else.
Imagine, how many bunnies were sitting in my room by the time I become a teen.
In my teen years, not only my parents brought me to the art
school, which kept me pretty busy and away from the street; my mom also found
how to “talk” to her teenager-girl. She started writing me poem-letters; and, I
would write her a poem in response. Later I’ve created a self-made book with her
poems and illustrated it.
When time came to go to college, my mom posed for me half
naked for hours on end that I could have plenty of figure drawings for my
portfolio in the art school.
Sometimes I wonder what you would do for your child to
succeed in this world. The answer comes easy. Everything! And I know it because
my mom did.
But the most important thing I’ve known about my mom is that
she is extremely proud of me. It does give me a lot of responsibilities; but,
it also makes me happy.
There are not enough cards in the World to give to my Mom!
Thank you Mom!
In Every Piece Of My Art
There Is A Piece Of My Heart And A Sparkle Of My Soul
