Apr 3, 2010

Last night, while I was having dinner and getting ready to make the 12 hour pilgrimage out to see her in the hospital, my grandmother died. I cannot easily describe to strangers how deeply important this woman was in my life and how close we were, and this morning I couldn’t find the will to get out of bed until this image, one that has already been slowly developing in my mind during the last days of Actaeon, leapt into view in my mind’s eye.

I am also writing for the funeral, but this is for me.  Drawing it is soothing. It fills the space around me.

Apr 4, 2010

The art of stealing moments.

Apr 5, 2010

My grandmother had a wrought iron wall piece for hanging pots and pans, that has very much inspired the way I’m rendering the cage.

Apr 6, 2010

I just really wish I could give her a call.

Apr 11, 2010

Her eye coloring was really special, and this doesn’t even begin to capture it. Blue ring around a brown center. The blue ring was so shocking, and gave her a doe-eyed dilated look from far away, and a much more intense impression up close.