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Monday 9:15 AM (Padua) 20x16 inches crayon on toned paper by Kenney Mencher
“Monday 9:15 AM (Padua)” 20 × 16 inches, Crayon on toned paper
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.
This is me in a hotel room in Padua, looking out the window in my shirt and socks. My shoes are on the floor and the chair is empty. Men in socks are decidedly unsexy, which is part of what interested me about the image. It’s an ordinary moment of being in a body and trying to figure out where you are.
The experience behind it was a little stranger. The night before, I had visited Giotto’s frescoes in the Arena Chapel. I had been teaching about them for decades, and seeing them in person was exciting and moving. The chapel also felt real to me in its age and damage. Outside, Padua could be tawdry, worn down and touristy, and also transcendently beautiful. Then there was a screeching karaoke singer in the plaza below, belting out bad 1970s songs.
Those experiences didn’t quite line up. I was having trouble locating myself geographically, physically and mentally. Hotel rooms became a useful metaphor for traveling through the world. You occupy a room for a little while without really belonging to it. There’s something about impermanence and invisibility in that experience.
In this drawing, the toned paper supplies a middle value between the dark crayon and the white marks describing light on the shirt, bedding, window and floor. The texture of the paper remains visible, and the strokes move in different directions as they describe fabric, walls and reflected light.
The window divides the upper part of the drawing into rectangles. Below it, the dark chair, socked legs and shoes give the room weight. Angular patches of light cross the floor between them. My face is turned away, so the body, clothing and surroundings do much of the storytelling. The drawing holds that particular room and the uncertainty I felt within it.
“Monday 9:15 AM (Padua)” 20 × 16 inches, Crayon on toned paper
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.
This is me in a hotel room in Padua, looking out the window in my shirt and socks. My shoes are on the floor and the chair is empty. Men in socks are decidedly unsexy, which is part of what interested me about the image. It’s an ordinary moment of being in a body and trying to figure out where you are.
The experience behind it was a little stranger. The night before, I had visited Giotto’s frescoes in the Arena Chapel. I had been teaching about them for decades, and seeing them in person was exciting and moving. The chapel also felt real to me in its age and damage. Outside, Padua could be tawdry, worn down and touristy, and also transcendently beautiful. Then there was a screeching karaoke singer in the plaza below, belting out bad 1970s songs.
Those experiences didn’t quite line up. I was having trouble locating myself geographically, physically and mentally. Hotel rooms became a useful metaphor for traveling through the world. You occupy a room for a little while without really belonging to it. There’s something about impermanence and invisibility in that experience.
In this drawing, the toned paper supplies a middle value between the dark crayon and the white marks describing light on the shirt, bedding, window and floor. The texture of the paper remains visible, and the strokes move in different directions as they describe fabric, walls and reflected light.
The window divides the upper part of the drawing into rectangles. Below it, the dark chair, socked legs and shoes give the room weight. Angular patches of light cross the floor between them. My face is turned away, so the body, clothing and surroundings do much of the storytelling. The drawing holds that particular room and the uncertainty I felt within it.