About a month ago, while my friend Julie and I were wine tasting in Edna Valley, we expressed a shared desire to draw and write more.
And instead of letting that urge linger above our busy lives, we decided to pull that dream down to earth with a collaboration–one that I’m (temporarily, depending on Julie’s stamp of approval) titling The Separate Story project. It’s simple, really:
- One of us picks a topic to draw
- We both have one week (drawings due Monday) to put that subject to paper
- We take a picture of what we sketched and send it through the internets
- Julie writes a story about Nicole’s drawing; Nicole writes a story about Julie’s drawing (up to 200 words)
It’s wild to see how differently we interpret a subject. Take a look, the topic Julie selected for this week was:
an umbrella in an unusual place
Nicole’s story about Julie’s drawing:
Two o’clock on the lower acre.
I meet Anton for our afternoon lesson.
He waves at me from the putting green, his rolled canary sleeve falling up towards his elbow.
The air feels filmy and clammy as a cod, and I pause one stair shy of the bench to extend my hand so that it’s facing upward, creating a tight valley between forearm and bicep.
Anton’s eyes follow an invisible path from my palm to the close grey cover above.
His hair looks more wiry than usual–like it had already received the hint that dampness is upon us.
I know he won’t cancel; we wait all week for this hour together.
I rest my umbrella next to his club and bend over, reaching into the basket of balls. My fingers move over them loosely at first, the sound of rattling plastic continues until I pinch a single sphere between thumb and index.
I face him with it on display:
“What do you say that if it rains before 2:15, we take shelter in the wet bar. I’ll make you a martini and you can tell me how you got this job in the first place.”
Julie’s story about Nicole’s drawing: