Sightings of three individuals.
My daughter was looking at daily sketches I’d done over the past few months and said, “You see the world in a dark way.”
“Really?” I asked. Her observation came as a surprise.
I saw the worn clothes and bundled possessions of the woman in this sketch. But what I was most struck by was her pleasure. She was lost in the moment with her ice cream, her eyes half closed. It seemed she was letting the world disappear for a while, allowing her surroundings – a deserted strip of storefronts by the transit terminal – to soften and fade. What I saw was her pleasure, what I imagined was her as a child, what I felt was a little hope. Because she was having a moment of grace in what was obviously a difficult time in her life.
I’m moving the day after tomorrow. Boxes and papers are everywhere and everything feels half-finished, pending the dismantling, shredding, fixing, folding or packing of something else. There’s no end to the mess – which is why I’m sitting here at my computer – taking a break and doing my best not to look away from the screen.
This sketch is of a regular on the streets of Parkdale. I don’t know where he lives, but he’s often crouched on the sidewalk at King and Dufferin, quietly doing his thing.
The swaths of mostly monochromatic colour that she lays down with her palette knife really capture a sense of place and time.
And evoke a mood about what she’s painting. This isn’t easy to do – it certainly doesn’t happen often in my work. I’m still too focused on recording what I see rather than capturing the essence or feeling of what I’m looking at. Pratt’s work is inspiring!