13 April 2020. Children's Games II.
Reinvented here--the previous drawing being so elaborate, and thereby hard to read. The two children playing on the walkway along the inside wall of the car passageway in the building on Solano, just below Colusa (a place I've walked by many many times--in fact, M told me their design firm has an office upstairs.) In attendance, the children's father...
The characters have changed--the children older (grown up enough to play on their own) and the father a more specific type--in fact he was cribbed from a photo on playing catch. However, the connection between the three off them, with the mother standing off to the side (previous drawing) seems right to me. The kids on the narrow ledge, the man caught between auto stanchions, his arm outstretched...
Where the persona shows, transposed through time, from some earlier moment of anticipation. Anxiousness, perhaps. A parent's unending concern for the well-being of their youngsters. (Not transmigration so much as a recurring presence--the feelings and responses that link us through time--so that the image of Queen Dido loosing her Aeneas reappears in that of a young woman I know today.)
What makes the feeling pervasive, though, is the universality of the threat. Or at least the way we perceive it. Invisible, unending, everywhere...
