the other day in Toronto I saw an old woman in a door way. She was bent over, held up by two canes and looking like she was afraid to come out into the light for fear of being blown over by a breeze. It was sad. I never got to sketch her, being once again in a rush as usual, but I came across this sketch of mine the other day of a similar old man. I can't help but feel sorry for anyone trapped by age and circumstance with only canes to hold them up in a world rushing by. Rembrandt stopped to draw these people, and gave them dignity in his paintings as prophets and sages. I have a small etching by him, a restrike I bought in Amsterdam, and when I look at it I can't help but feel awe for the power of that man and his hand's ability as well as his empathy for the poor in the doorways.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Old Man
the other day in Toronto I saw an old woman in a door way. She was bent over, held up by two canes and looking like she was afraid to come out into the light for fear of being blown over by a breeze. It was sad. I never got to sketch her, being once again in a rush as usual, but I came across this sketch of mine the other day of a similar old man. I can't help but feel sorry for anyone trapped by age and circumstance with only canes to hold them up in a world rushing by. Rembrandt stopped to draw these people, and gave them dignity in his paintings as prophets and sages. I have a small etching by him, a restrike I bought in Amsterdam, and when I look at it I can't help but feel awe for the power of that man and his hand's ability as well as his empathy for the poor in the doorways.
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