Sketch for Meh
by Ray Agius
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Title
Sketch for Meh
Artist
Ray Agius
Medium
Painting - Watercolour On Cold-pressed 300 Gsm Watercolour Paper
Description
Meh!
Watercolour
24 X 18
Well I do not know much about this girl.
But sometimes a person attracts me... more often than not, it would be female.
I really have no idea why but my mind just would not let go of the vision.
I really had no clue I would have ended up painting her otherwise I would have asked to take a photo and, undoubtedly, she would have asked me for money.
Well, I really should put my ramblings in context. So I will restart the story.
I saw this girl at the supermarket.
She had this long black hair that looked like it might have been kinked or dreadlocked some time in the past. People were giving her a wide berth. Unbalanced, she was trying to reach up a high shelf. You could see it was likely she would pull it down on herself.
She was probably on some chemical but not anything I had not seen before and probably partook of myself 40 years ago at her age.
I passed by as a few boxes of cereal she was tentatively reaching for dropped on the floor. I saw her squat to pick one up and she almost ended down on her butt. I smiled and she smiled back. A few paces beyond her I heard a thump and felt a bump.
Trying to pick the box she inadvertently kicked it into the back of my heel.
I could see her clothes were from the Opportunity Shop. The boots were too large and the tee shirt was somewhat clean but stained without any writing on it.
The jeans were obviously male jeans. Ill-fitting, they had slid well past her hips but had an over washed and untidy look. A long red rag dangled from the back pocket.
I toyed with the idea of taking a photo of her but decided otherwise. I had no idea I wanted to paint her at the time so I bent down and picked the packet of cereal and giving her my hand, helped her up. She grinned sheepishly and took the box mouthing thank you soundlessly in slow motion.
So it came that I walked away feeling good knowing she would be OK. It was probably only marijuana so a temporary state of mind. I returned to the apartment and within minutes started sketching.
She did not have a watch but I painted one on her anyway.
Nor did she have writing on her shirt but I thought the slogan just fitted her.
The sunglasses, which were stuck in the neck of the tee shirt left the eyes squinty and barely focused. I wanted to preserve her dignity so I had the sunglasses shade her.
She was Hawaiian with some Pacific Islander bone structure and perhaps a little Japanese genes. We had not really talked but we had touched briefly.
It must have been her unconscious distress and her disinterested coolness that attracted me. From all the prettily made up, middle-class young women pushing carts full of sugary treats and diet soft drinks, none looked different enough to notice in their helpless blandness.
She, on the other hand, was unique in her naked poverty and her individuality, which, I fear, might be a short lived.
Getting to the check out counter I saw her coming towards me with soda bottles and the cereal cradled dangerously in her arms counting coins with great precision.Half turning I knelt down to the floor, pulled 5 dollars out of my pocket and standing up said: You dropped this miss. She stopped startled, uncomprehending. I put the note in her hand and closed the fingers around it. A big smile lit up her face so slowly it made me smile in sympathy.
I painted her from memory because something in her just would not let my interest
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