I have been on holiday and not thinking about art for at least two weeks. To help me warm up my brain I have been looking back over various projects and piles of paper. In so doing I re-found a couple of childhood drawings my sister gave me last year. To put these drawings in perspective, they are the only two drawings saved from my prolific childhood of drawing. (at least the only two with my name on them, there were a number of unnamed ones that could have been the cultural production of me or any of my siblings) My mother kept a draw of things that seemed precious at the time, drawings, letters, cards etc. As is usually the case, there are more things from the first children in the family, but as youngest i did ok with two identifiable drawings from my childhood and one letter from when I was at artschool (complete with pencil-held-by-foot drawing of my boyfriend on envelope)
This drawing is of Hansel and Gretel, I was five years old according to my mother’s note on the back. I recall making it quite clearly, it was done with those waxy crayons they used in school. I used orange for the faces as it seemed a closer skin tone than the bright pink. The teacher held it up for the class and said “look they have got necks” i was so proud.
later, as an adult I made another version of Hansel and Gretel.
This second drawing I don’t remember so well, i have a foggy recollection of sticking on the orange wool. I quite like the fact that it is a bird but it has hands rather than wings, and it is scary looking.