The Captain's Sculpture, parts 216 - 219

 

216. About a week later Agnes came to class and I noticed right away that she was especially upset about something. She had not bothered to comb her hair that day.

217. Agnes had frizzy hair, white sprinkled in all over, and usually kept in place by being tied in a knot. She always had a pencil stuck in the knot. On this particular Saturday, there was no knot, and no pencil, and she had the look of a gypsy woman running from the police.

 

218. We sat together, alone in the studio. She was sitting on a table, and I was sitting on a stool. On the table was an unfinished head of a woman in red clay that had fallen on the floor, and all the features were smashed over to one side.

219. The clay head should have been wrapped in plastic, but instead, I think it had been abandoned. Agnes said, “I have stopped doing the Good Doctor’s shadow drawings.”

The Captain's Sculpture, parts 212 - 215

 

212. I thought at first that she was very pleased with her work for her husband, but gradually it became apparent that he felt everything she was doing was a failure in one way or another.

213. “How can the drawings not be failures,” she asked me in an exasperated tone. “Shadows have a purpose, the blackness of shadows, destroying the edges of things, tells us exactly what we do not know.”

214. To draw exactly things obscured by shadow is simple to lie to yourself and others. You are going to see what you want to see there, or what it is you hope to see.

215. He is asking me to create from my imagination, what does not even exist.

The Captain's Sculpture, parts 208 - 211

 

208. His wife came to his rescue saying that it was a drawing in sepia chalk. That was the only time I ever talked to Doctor Festini, and from then on he avoided me.

 

209. I think that Agnes suspected that I was not comfortable around her famous husband, and soon after she began to talk about him during our conversations after class, conversations that were becoming longer and more involved each week.

 

210. When she began to talk of her husband, it was haltingly at first, and consisted mostly of mentions of the numerous important things he was doing all the time.

 

211. There was some project he was involved in that required of Agnes that she do a series of drawings to “explicate the refinements of echo technology, especially in the shadow areas.” I think that is what she said, but I’m not certain.

The Captain's Sculpture, parts 204 - 207

 

204. I asked if it was a pencil drawing, or a charcoal drawing. What did I care what Degas used on his drawing, what difference did it make to me?

 

205. I asked the question of the Doctor simply because I suspected he would not know the answer, and probably did not even know what it was a drawing of.

206. I was positive he purchased the drawing, not to look at it, but simply to talk about it, simply to talk about it with people who were interested in art.

207. He did not answer my question, but an expression passed across his face like someone who has been asked an innocent question the answer to which can lead to a malpractice suit.

The Captain's Sculpture, parts 200 - 203

 

200. My wife detested Agnes, but not for any specific reason. Everyone in the room at the openings was in a different class that myself, so perhaps that was the reason.

201. Agnes’ husband was a well know surgeon in our town, and had done something important in the past, or else he had written some articles in medical journals at one time.

202. I did not like him, but for an odd reason. Every single time he attended the openings he always found on opportunity to talk about the Degas drawing he owned, and how mush he loved both the drawing and Degas.

203. There was something about this talk of the Degas drawing that got on my nerves to such an extent, that one time I asked him a question about it. It was a seemingly innocent question, so I do not think he noticed my evil intent.

The Captain's Sculpture, parts 196 - 199

 

196. The piece of painted sidewalk, I had titled, “”Icon of my Childhood.”  My first title was simply, My Childhood,” but Agnes wanted me to add the work Icon, so as to make it more art knowledgeable.

197. As usual, I gave in to my teacher about the title, but still I preferred the original title, because I thought that the thing I had made was a part of my being a child, and if I had had my way I would have put chalk hop-scotch lines on it rather that the splattered paint.

 

198. The splattered paint, like the title, was my teachers attempt to make the thing more relevant to the art community.

199. At the time I was in my third year of taking sculpture classes at our museum, and so I was in the habit of attending all the various openings every month. Mrs. Festini was always there with her husband, and so it was almost always necessary to say something to them each time. For this reason my wife, who always came with me, knew my teacher quite well.

The Captain's Sculpture, parts 192 - 195

 

192. I managed to get my piece of sidewalk down from the back of the truck and onto the hand truck without destroying it.

193. I would like to make a note here to others about my experience, which is: do not try to lift and move extremely heavy objects when in a state of abject terror.

194. I managed to get the job done, but I hardly survived the experience, and did not fully recover for three and a half days. 

 

195. In the museum I delivered my ‘Object,’ which was neither a painting nor a sculpture, but the staff there was very impressed with it, and handled it like it was King Tut’s sarcophagus I think they were just being polite however, and would have acted the same no matter what I gave them.