Saturday, March 17, 2007 at 9:08 AM | Posted by mARTa
I pondered all week: draw a candle, a fireplace, a brush fire or perhaps a lit match and then I recalled being about 3 years old and standing in front of the stove watching the flame from my grandmother's stove as it heated a pot of coffee. I remember her bustling around in the kitchen preparing the cups and saucers while her friends waited in the living room all the while warning me not to get too close to the stove as I stood there mesmerized. I didn't get close but when she had the cups on the table filled with hot coffee I pulled myself up to see the contents and spilled one on me. Oh I remember that hot liquid on me but fortunately it hit my clothes and she quickly yanked them off of me! I call it Self portrait or draw a flame because aside from the story, that's my reflection smack in the middle of this little sketch as I sat in front of the stove this morning waiting for the pot to boil.