graphite, colored pencil in sketchbook
My voice is slowly returning, a little stronger every day. In general I feel a bit better each day, though I'm appalled at how how this bronchitis has held on.
I've been doodling and noodling in my sketchbooks, and tried a little more formal one from a snapshot of my late sister Mary, from the 1970's. I didn't take this picture - I think Mother sent it to me. I was away at school, and my youngest sister was turning into a lovely young woman.
Life took a hard turn for her not long after this. Our father became sick with cancer, and the world revolved around him for about five years. Then she got very sick too, spending weeks at UW hospital in Madison. She never really recovered her health. Mother used to say she had twenty good years, and twenty not so good years.
But the photo is drawing is based on shows a healthy and apparently happy girl, looking forward with hope. I may want to try some different versions of this, maybe a larger painting that is less a specific portrait, and more a general image of a happy girl.
Working on it made me happy.