Chandeleir 1935 - 1942

Mildred Ford made this drawing of a chandelier, and it’s a peek into her world, her way of seeing. It looks like she used graphite on paper, carefully rendering the light fixture with attention to its geometric forms and subtle gradations of tone. I imagine Ford, pencil in hand, studying the object, trying to capture its essence on paper. What was she thinking as she shaded the octagonal lampshade, or detailed the chains that suspend the candle holders? There's a real tenderness in the way she’s handled this. It's not just about representation; it's about feeling the weight and form of the chandelier through her hand. The whole piece has a slightly surreal and visionary quality that reminds me of other outsider artists, and their ability to transform everyday objects into unique personal visions. This drawing feels like an intimate conversation with light itself. And isn’t that what art is all about?