Series - Drawing

He drew the first thing he saw: the empty chair across from his at the kitchen table. It was a simple Windsor rocker, but as his charcoal moved, the chair began to feel less like an object and more like a presence. The hollow of the seat held a shape that wasn't there. The rockers seemed poised for a motion that would not come.

Back at the house, he led her to the studio. The drawings from Absence, Day 1 to Day 63 were pinned to every wall, a silent, anguished procession. Mira walked slowly, looking at each one. Her eyes glistened, but she didn't cry. When she reached the last drawing, the door, she stopped. drawing series

She studied his face. She saw the exhaustion, the charcoal smudges, but she also saw something else: the man she had married, the one who had once looked at her like she was a mystery he would spend a lifetime trying to draw. He drew the first thing he saw: the

He took a new sheet of paper. He picked up his charcoal. And he began to draw her. Not the absence of her, not the memory of her, but her. Right now. Standing in his studio, a little tired, a little wary, but there. The light from the desk lamp caught the silver in her hair and the soft, uncertain smile on her lips. The rockers seemed poised for a motion that would not come

He did not title this drawing. He simply dated it.