episode_0058

Since I found out that Bryn has been secretly drawing pictures to show me, I think it would be a good idea to have a ‘drawing class with mom’ today.

Looking at Bryn’s drawing skills, it doesn’t seem like I need to teach her separately, but Bryn and Free both enjoy playing with me and have never shown that they are anxious to learn something from me. And in the case of Free, who is younger than Bryn, we might be able to actually teach according to the concept of a drawing class.

“White Sketchboo! I want to draw a pretty picture to show mom!”

“It’s a pretty picture that Bryn drew to show her mom~ I can’t wait to see it~”

“Yes! I’ll draw it quickly and show you!”

Bryn received an octopus sketchbook and crayons for infants and toddlers from me and immediately sat down and started drawing. Unlike when he drew the full moon in the night sky with a four-piece canvas placed vertically, and used mainly dark colors, he used bright colored crayons such as sky blue and white, and it seemed like he was trying to draw a picture with the daytime background this time.

Without disturbing my sister who was drawing, I walked up to Free, who was sitting quietly next to her and watching the changes taking place in her sketchbook, and gave her a crayon and talked to her.

“Would you like to draw like Frido?”

“Wow!”

Free nodded his head sharply and held the crayon with one hand, as if he wanted to show that he absolutely agreed with his mother’s words. To be honest, when I handed the crayons, I wondered if it would be okay to give them to a baby of that age who wants to put anything they can get their hands on, but I was wrong.

Instead of putting the crayon in her mouth, Free observed for a moment how her sister handled the crayon, and then, as if inspired, she started drawing something. Contrary to my expectations that she would end up with a scribble or an incomprehensible scribble, even if she did well, she did not. He showed me a fairly well-formed sketch.

The first thing to do is to draw a large circle, and then fill it with various drawings made of curves and straight lines… I think you’re trying to draw a human face, right?

“Are you trying to draw a picture of our family, Free?”

“Kya!”

Free answered as if my guess was correct. He’s really smart too.

But it is too early to be alarmed. While Free was painting, he crawled somewhere and returned with a small mirror. He made facial expressions and moved his hands in front of the mirror, showing a reaction as if he recognized that the image reflected in the mirror was his own image.

“Awww?”

Soon after, Free began drawing his own image in the mirror and his older sister, whom he saw every day, next to his mother, whom he had only outlined in the center of his sketchbook.

Even with my eyes, which did not major in painting, I could see that the two children had tremendous talent for drawing. I thought that if both children could develop their skills as they grow up, they would not be rejected from the Vienna Academy due to the Jewish principal’s ‘behind-the-scenes slander’. As a mother of two children, I was inspired to use colored pencils, which allow for more detailed work than crayons. I took it out.

“Mom can’t lose either! Shall we draw a picture together next to our cute princesses?”

“Wow! Mom also draws pictures with us!”

“Woo! right! right! Ooh!”

Although I have never learned drawing professionally, I practiced and practiced to accurately copy and draw the blueprints for land weapons used by the German army during World War II, and as a result, I was able to draw pictures as precise as photos taken with a color camera. For me, drawing a picture of my family wasn’t that difficult, but seeing the children greet me made it even more enjoyable to draw.

In a situation where the three mother and daughter were all focused on drawing, neither Hanna nor Elysia came forward, so there was no sound of talking and only the sound of colored pencils or crayons crunching on the sketchbook echoed.

Elisia, who felt something when she saw the mother and daughter concentrating on the picture, whispered this into Hannah’s ear to avoid breaking the quiet atmosphere.

“…I’d like to try drawing for the first time in a while. There will be a sketchbook and drawing tools for me, right?”

“Of course, Elysia. Don’t just sit still like this, come draw a picture with me.”

According to ‘my’ memory, Elysia came from a very wealthy family, so she dabbled in painting and music a little for cultural purposes, but she was not successful in any of them and would quickly lose interest. The last time Elysia drew a picture… I think it goes back at least 5 years.

Still, he is not entirely without talent, and once he has learned the basics, he does not go anywhere, so even though he has been away from drawing for a few years, he has shown quite a fluent drawing style.

Hanna, who had made tools for Elysia to draw, also rolled up her sleeves and started to draw. I looked around to see if anything, and saw that a bunch of rabbit dolls and hummingbirds had joined forces and started drawing. Rabbit dolls with hands to hold crayons drew with crayons, and a group of hummingbirds without hands created drawings by putting paint on the soles of their feet and dancing on a sketchbook.

There are many different types of creatures and pictures as diverse as the number of creatures. In a quiet atmosphere, I came to a certain realization.

“It definitely started as a drawing class… but why did it turn into a drawing contest…”

To call it a drawing class, everyone was doing well without me teaching them anything, and to call it a contest, there was no prize set for the winner. What are the appropriate words that can be used to explain this predicament?

“No matter what, isn’t it important that people who love each other gather together and do something in common, Paula?”

“That’s right…”

The two children and Elysia do not seem to love each other, but me and Elysia. And me and my two kids. It is true that they are connected in this way, and there is absolutely a lot of joy and joy that comes from people who know each other well gathering in one place and doing something in common, whether it is painting or something else.

When World War II begins with the preemptive invasion of Poland on September 1, 1939, 10 years and a few months from now, the memories accumulated now will be helpful in the battlefield where the ‘struggle of all against all’ takes place.

People who have never been happy or happy tend to choose death or surrender even when things get a little difficult because they have nothing to protect from enemies, but people who have families to protect are comforted by the memories they had with their families and do not easily surrender or commit suicide. Because I will fight hard.

I wonder how much time had passed since everyone started drawing, so each person completed their drawing one by one and had time to explain what they had drawn.

Bryn, who held the crayons before anyone else, held up a sketchbook towards me and pointed with his finger at the sun hanging at the top of the sky and the sunflowers rooted in the ground.

“Mom is the sun in the sky, and I hope for you!”

Cloud fish swimming in the clear sky as if untouched by the exhaust fumes that began spewing into the air after the industrial revolution began in Britain, and the sun shining with a brighter color than the clouds. And two sunflowers placed close to the green trees in the distance.

“By any chance, the large sunflower is Brin, and the small sunflower is Free?”

“Yes, let’s go! And the little sunflower is still blooming, and the mother-of-pearl is the little brother in my mother’s womb!”

After hearing Bryn’s explanation, I couldn’t react other than nodding. My heart was touched by the thought of a child putting his unborn little brother in the picture, and I felt like I was going to cry the moment I spoke out.

Free, following her older sister and holding crayons in her hand, showed a sketch of three mothers and daughters smiling happily. The bright red eyes of the two children in their mother’s arms were impressive.

In my case, I drew a larger number of people in a more elaborate drawing style than Free’s sketch. A family of five, including Hannah and Elysia, as well as the three mothers and daughters who also appear in Free’s painting, are huddled together in a composition that looks like a family photo, with a stuffed rabbit and a flock of hummingbirds also appearing.

On the other hand, the number of characters in Elysia’s painting was one less than in Free’s painting, so the person who painted the painting and I stood alone holding hands.

Hanna, who had returned to her hummingbird form, drew a picture of herself eating honey with her hummingbird friends, the rabbit dolls drew pictures of girls sleeping soundly in their cribs, and a group of hummingbirds looked at Hanna, who had given them an active self, like some kind of eagle. Nicely drawn.

Hanna is a bee hummingbird, the smallest of the hummingbirds known for their small size. Their body length, excluding the tail, is only 2.5 cm, but they are drawn as large as a golden eagle. Isn’t the glorification too extreme?

“Hmm, hmm. I didn’t expect a picture like this… but I’ll be grateful.”

“Beep, beep, beep, beep!”

Well, I can’t say anything because the person in question likes it.