Heart of a Chalyn: Chapter 9

When imagining Serena’s drawings, I had M.C. Escher and his Metamorphosis works in mind.

Serena’s sketches were far too intricate to be called doodling. Continuous bands of precise width morphed one pattern into another in a blocky spiral from the paper’s edges to the center. A flock of geese became a school of salmon. Salmon became honeybees. The honeycomb became a chessboard with pawns. The pawns became a young man whose face Serena had left half-drawn.

Nigel flipped a page. Another blocky spiral transformed pinecones into roses, frogs into lizards, and quail into eagles. At the center of the sketch, the eagles became a young man with a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes, and a corner of his mouth curled in a dimpled half-smile.

Someday, I’ll try my hand at recreating one of Serena’s sketches. I can see Duncan’s face and that mischievous Gruder smile.