Tuesday, February 24, 2009

self-portrait sketch, age 8

When I was eight years old, my father took me on a long train ride down to New York City to go to the opera at the Met. We saw the Magic Flute, and the thing I remember most about it was Papageno, the bird man. I also remember how everything was gold and dark red velvet and how I was made to wear a frilly pink dress and bows in my hair. I hated pink. But I was awed by the Met. I have never been back and that was about 55 years ago.

This is a sketch with pencil and colored pencil in Peggy's sketchbook.


The funny marks in the background are rose petals on the previous page painted in back gouache.

1 comment:

Maria Madonna Davidoff said...

It's amazing how we remember vividly memories from childhood. You should try to go back to the MET again if you could.