Why do I draw Baseball?
Why Baseball? I once said to my brother, Alan, “Did you love baseball for itself or for all the time you spent with Dad?” His answer was, “It was all so wonderful, why choose?” That’s a typical answer from my family, one that left me wanting. Wanting what?
Baseball infused my life--the constant sound of the game on the radio or TV, the never ending games of catch in our yard and even in the living room. But baseball wasn’t for me. I didn’t like standing in the hot sun with people yelling and throwing things at me. I have no interest in sitting through a whole game but I do like to watch on TV where I can see a beautiful play again and again on the replay.
It’s not the game itself, it's the mystique. There’s something about boys. I remember the moment when I was very little and realized I would grow up to be a woman like my mother, not a man like Daddy. I wasn’t disappointed but I wasn’t thrilled either. It was more like...well, Ok. I watched my brothers and their friends and wanted to somehow be part of that mysterious fraternity. I admired the intensity of their interest and their mastery. They’d practice and practice and never get tired or bored. I coveted their passion.
Once at Yankee Stadium I emerged from the dark stands to see the sun shining on the brilliant grass. As nine young men in pinstripes ran onto the field I felt the romance of it all, the history, the timelessness and the grace. My first thought was, I want to draw that. That was my way to make baseball my own. But how to make it unique?
When my grandmother reached the end of her life and had trouble remembering which story she had already told, she repeated over and over that her favorite Yankee had left the team. Her words were, “Did you hear that Tommy John got traded to the Angels?
It was the perfect metaphor for dying and going to Heaven, merging all the threads of my yearning. And so MomMom inspired me to begin a series of baseball players, primarily Yankees, whose pinstripes make a useful drawing device. I set them in various classical, baroque and celestial settings. I took to reading the sports pages, not for the scores but for the photos of the graceful movements of elite athletes.
I've had a wonderful time placing the boys in odd but beautiful places. Here's Mickey Mantle being traded to the Angels.
November 9, 2018