"Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can." - Danny Kaye
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Illustration Friday: Mail
For this week's Illustration Friday topic, "mail", I had a simple idea which I thought would best be illustrated simply. So I drew it rather quickly in ink on a large sheet with a Sharpie.
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A: (Wide-eyed) Is that IT? Is that the whole post? That couldn't be all there is - not in Dan Kent's blog! He always has something to say!
B: (Frowning) Too much to say if you ask me. The man doesn't know when to shut up!
A: (With derision) So, who asked you?
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Well, it does seem like a rather short post, and I do happen to have a true story about the mail that springs to mind.
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A: (Delighted) See?
B: (Throwing up his hands) Oh Brother.
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I remember a sunny day a few years ago when a letter arrived in the mail at our home. The letter was scented with perfume and my name and address were written with beautiful penmanship on the envelope, as only a lady could write it.
"What's this?" my wife demanded. She handed me the letter.
I inhaled the sweet scent and examined the envelope. It was addressed to Fr. Daniel Kent. A small bead of sweat rolled down my forehead, although I knew I was innocent - really I did.
I opened the letter. My wife leaned toward me. I leaned back and cupped my hands over the paper as I read the long handwritten letter. It turns out that the woman was hoping I was the Daniel Kent she had known. She was depressed and wanted help. She was writing to the man that had been her priest.
I handed my wife the letter. "How could you ever have doubted me?" I asked, wondering all the while what would have happened had the contents of the letter been different.
I located Father Kent through the local archdiocese, and forwarded him the letter. He said he'd call the woman. We spoke on the phone and exchanged holiday cards for a few years. And that was that.
Sometimes, even now, on sunny days when the postal worker is walking up our steps, I feel a cold breeze carrying a sweet scent. At those times I shutter, wondering what is about to be delivered.
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B: (Pretending to gag) Shmaltzy. I hope he's done.
A: (Indignant, with hands on hips) Aw come on, that was a great story and you know it!
Swerving along the artistic road with every sight a potential target. * * * If you'd like to contact me about any of the art that you see - about purchases, commissions or just to say hello - feel free to email me at email@example.com. I'd love to hear from you!