Day Five in The Week of Eyes:
It’s in no way perfect, but I feel like looking at this drawing, even in isolation from the rest of the face, it’s clear that the intention is smiling/happiness. If I want to be a more expressive artist and better at rendering the human face, I feel like this is stepping in the right direction.
Yesterday we met up with some friends and their one-year-old for lunch at our favorite local Indian restaurant. Bear surprised me by trying subji, chicken korma, and some samosa — and liking all three! Of course, he filled up on naan, tandoori chicken, and a huge mango lassi (which our waiter had put in before Bear was even seated; they know him so well), so he didn’t eat a whole lot of the new food. Still, I’ll take what I can get.
We’re still in the, “all I want to eat is mac ‘n cheese/chicken nuggets/fries/corndogs” phase, though we seem to be inching slowly into slightly better territory. He’s all for fresh fruits (apples, bananas, grapes, blueberries, cherries), and he’s started eating things like seasoned chicken breast, homemade meatballs, soups, and turkey sausage, along with fruit purees and organic fig and fruit bars. So, it’s slow going, but it’s progress. At least I feel like he’s getting a few servings of fruits, veggies, and general nutrition along with all the processed junk.
I’m very careful, as I want him to have a healthy relationship with food — one that I was never able to have — to avoid telling him that any foods are “good” or “bad” foods, just that some are “more nutritious,” and some are “less nutritious,” and we need to learn to balance them. Far be it for me to take away his chicken nuggets! Just, maybe he could eat them with a side of fresh carrots now and again, you know?
You know, there was a time when I thought maybe part of my “art” would be cooking; that I’d be able to forget myself and escape into creating delicious food, but something about cooking — maybe the mess inherent in the process, maybe the multiple step recipes, maybe the necessity of multitasking — that exacerbates my anxiety in all but the absolute ideal circumstances. If my home is otherwise pristine, if I’m mentally relaxed and have ample time, I still enjoy playing around with recipes, but between my hang-ups in the kitchen (as a cook) and my son’s (as an eater), I have periods of being especially ambitious followed by long stretches of the most simplistic meals imaginable. I mean, Bear doesn’t complain, but sometimes I have to wonder if I’m part of the problem.
Speaking of, tonight’s dinner was grilled cheese (a classic), which gave me time to sit and finish my third micron drawing.
Tomorrow is Tuesday. Keep climbing that hill.