A delightful side benefit of filming the dinner for the documentary was that I got my portrait drawn by a future famous artist.
A family of four were among the guests for the dinner. The two daughters were a delight. They wanted to be helpful, enjoyed being there, and they helped served a plate of cookies to the other guests, taking their job very seriously. When I took a break from filming I asked the girls if they liked to draw. Oh, YES!
Christina took us out to her studio to collect some mat scraps and a bucket of colored pencils We returned to the main house and I gave out assignments. They drew the characters for a book that I’m illustrating. As the evening drew to a close, I gave them one last project.
They were to go room to room and find someone to draw. I told them to observe the person carefully, memorizing their clothes, shoes, hair color, eye color, if they were tall or thin. They both ran off to explore the possibilities. I went back to filming. At one point I turned to look at something and there was the youngest girl peeking at me from a doorway. She retreated. I filmed some more. When the drawings were complete, they came to show me what they’d done. I was supposed to guess who the subject of each drawing might be. The first drawing, done by the older sister, was of their father. My correct guess was repaid with a smile. The younger sister handed me her drawing. There looking up at me from the scrap of matboard was me. I was the only one there with long hair and I could tell that the shoes were my own. Is this me? I asked. Her head bobbed up and down. Ah. Well, done.
Times like that make us richer, don’t they?