Cutting a pattern
Black marker on paper
5.5 x 8.5 inches
Barbara Muir © 2019
In some ways in a family of artists my father was the mostprolific. He had a very serious period as a photographer in
black and white images that he printed himself in his dark room,
and could have easily gained fame from the quality of those
photos. Plus he was a pretty good, self-trained painter.
I based today's Inktober drawing on a wonderful photo of
my mother cutting gorgeous fabric -- perhaps for a dress.
As I've been thinking about Botticelli, and Florence, I
think the link here is that the fabric was no doubt Italian,
and perhaps Florentine.
My parents went to Italy for six weeks when I was a girl,
and left us with a woman, who might have been a drunk, but was
certainly mentally ill. Children were too much for her.
She waited on the front lawn all day the day my parents
were expected to return.
The fact that my mother's great grandmother was Florentine
was never discussed in our family. A cousin of my
father's was into family tree information, and found that
out to my great delight.
I learned how to sew very well from my mother, but have
not continued that skill. As for my mother -- she could,
and did make anything.
Have an enjoying your story day.