Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wistful desk nostalgia
Look at us. How young we were, my desk and I. This was in 1979, not too long after Jerry and I got our first apartment. We weren't even married yet.
Somewhere deep in the clutter of my present-day life there are pictures of this desk when I first bought it second-hand for $20.00 and re-finished it and made it my own. I will post the pictures when or if I find them. But here is my beautiful, beloved desk in its prime, and me in mine. Sadly, neither of us has aged gracefully.
Back in '79, I actually worked at my desk. I had art supplies in there that I actually used. When we moved from the apartment into our first house, we still had more bedrooms than people to sleep in them. So I still had a room for my desk, but after a few years, working full time and later having a baby meant I didn't use my desk except as a magnificent storage cabinet for my art supplies.
When we moved again, to were we still live today, we had less space, and the desk, along with my art supplies, was relegated to the garage, and from there it began to deteriorate.
This is my desk today.
The black formica top, which weighs a ton but opens to store stuff underneath, is filthy. It looks like an old chalkboard.
Just by coincidence, Illustration Friday's theme this week is dusty. So I traced my fingers through the layer of dust and schmutz to make a simple, happy drawing.