|My mom as I didn't know her.|
Here it is nearly Father's Day and I'm sketching my mom, the lady who ran my life this last week from the grave. The likeness isn't quite there, but close. From the exercise, I've learned the points and planes and ins and outs of her structure; and that's what sketches are about. I love her hair! It's thick and luscious. I don't recall her looking like this. She went blond way before the gray set in. I do remember that I could recognize the sound of her walk yards away. It always meant things were going to be just fine. I think I'll be doing some more sketching of Mom. It made me feel close to the woman who chose me and gave me everything she could. I had a totally moving morning.