Hours spent on one drawing, time lost to the visions I could no longer ignore.
I had all but forgot I had a wife, a daughter…
I had a life that no longer seemed to matter to me.
that mattered was that I continued to draw theses images, continued to
search for Ginger in my mind and now in reality. The 11 drawings posted
here, the images from that single photo session, they are proof that
she existed, proof that she can be found again, must be found again.
scent so strong in my studio as I work on one canvas over another… as
if it were saying to me which one I should be working on, moving me to
the canvas of her choice on a given day.
Then in a moment of
splendid madness her scent was so strong I could taste her in the air,
she was in the room with me, looking up from the position I had been
drawing in I was no longer in my studio but in a candle lit room with a
single window, a rose resting on the window sill, Ginger standing gazing
down at the rose with er back to me, seemingly wanting to speak to me
not know how to start.
I could not take my eyes off of her! She
stood motionless in perfect stillness the candle light shimmering off
her bare back, the lines of her small but muscular figure well defined
in the dim light. I could see a small crack on the wall just to her
right. A small trail of water had leaked through; this place that I was
in was old, very old!
Her eyes motioned to my drawing pad; I had
nearly forgotten that I was holding it, Ginger standing in front of me,
the dim light shimmering of her bare back, the black full length skirt
she had on seemed to blend in with the floor until the candle light
disturbed the perfect statue like pose that she held.
frantically, as if this moment would end in an instant breathing deep
breaths so I could inhale her scent, it was like a drug, it was strong
and very pleasing, I could taste her in the air and after spending a
moment on a tiny detail I looked up and saw nothing but the dimly lit
wall of my studio… she was gone, the window was gone, the rose was
sitting on the floor in front of me. Her scent in the air, her beat
playing in the background and then I heard something,
something I had not heard in a while…
Dad, dad are you alright?