Collar c. 1937

This drawing of a collar was made by Marie Famularo at some point, with a pencil, probably in a simple room. I'm thinking about the repetitive mark-making she must have employed. This drawing isn't about grand gestures, but rather the patient and deliberate layering of detail upon detail. I can imagine her sitting quietly, focused intently on capturing the delicate lace and intricate embroidery of the collar. Each little flower, each tiny stitch, rendered with the utmost care, to try and make it seem real, I guess. There’s something incredibly intimate and personal about it, isn't there? It reminds me that painting, like embroidery, can be a deeply meditative and personal act. Famularo’s drawing is like a quiet conversation with herself, or with the object itself. It shows how different ways of working can allow us to think, to see, and to feel.