Pasha’s First Commissioned Art
The budding artist among us has launched out into the deep. Approached by a friend with a historic home, she asked that he draw it for her. This followed hot on the heels of another friend, a professional artist, who had suggested that he draw landscapes and buildings, that he had an unusual sense of perspective for a young person with little-to-no training.
The two ladies looked at each other. The pro who had taken an interest in his development had just handed Pasha a postcard of a palace, asking him to copy it as a practice exercise in his spare time. The other woman approached me—about him—about five minutes later. Each was surprised about the other’s request.
Uncanny. Great minds. Something big was starting here.
“Do you think that Pasha could draw a picture of my house? I’d be willing to pay him…” she started.
Keep in mind that he is a young artist, untried, and without a lot of training. The last thing I wanted to do was get into a business arrangement with a friend, that might, or might not, go so well.
“Look, let’s do this,” I suggested. “He would be so flattered for you to ask him. But let’s reserve any talk of payment until after you see his work. Once you take a look at it, then if you decide to give him a little something, that’s up to you.”
We agreed that she would bring us some photos of the house’s façade and he would work from there. It was painted a unique sage green, harboring on light grey, that might be difficult to duplicate.
When we received the photos, they were older, poor in quality.
“Field trip,” was my first idea. We needed to take our own photos.
He made about four pictures over the course of three weeks. My prodding knew no end.
“You need to be working on the project in your spare time,” I told Pasha.
“That doesn’t mean that she wants it next year. She’s trying to remove any pressure from you. A good businessperson produces as soon as they can….”
The first attempt looked good, the colors were right, yet, when he added more shading, it blurred the exquisite detail on which he had worked so hard.
“Maybe you want to just do the house without any color. Plain charcoal, as it was in the beginning.”
The second attempt had no border. Pasha had drawn right up to the edge of the paper.
“No,” I counseled him. “Leave a one-inch border all the way around.”
On the third attempt he added a nearby tree which was definitely near the house and which I had recommended that he might want to add.
Bad move. It look too feathery.
Then he added bushes across the front. They looked oddly like pieces of toast.
“What’s with the toast?” I asked, getting him to laugh. “We’re going to have to lose the toast.”
His fourth attempt again did not have much of a border, but was much better. We decided that he would give his client the first attempt, with color and shading, and the last picture, a very simple, albeit detailed, charcoal pencil line drawing.
She was delighted. She was thrilled. How did he achieve such a close shade of sage?
He had mixed four colors, that’s how. He was an artist.
“We will need to discuss some kind of compensation,” she whispered to me.
“This is Pasha’s gift to you,” I declared with him nodding and smiling. “This is his first actual job and he’s thrilled for the experience. He was not so pleased with the color picture, so went back to do another line drawing which may be more of his forte’.”
We now see where he might need additional training in some of the basics, but the raw talent definitely was there.
A few days later, he received a long thank-you note from our friend. She said that he should consider drawing other people’s homes as a small business. Enclosed was a $50 gift card to Old Navy.
Pasha was beaming. The child whom Russia had warned us about, our first son’s friend for whom we had fought to adopt for four years, whom they said was irreparably retarded and an oligophrenic and out-of-control, was calm, cool, and collected, discussing his work at the age of 16 with his first client.
Look what the Lord has done!
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