My mother was an artist, in the true sense of the word. Everything to her was a learning education, a chance to teach us something. Preschool for us was road trips. I remember going to a turkey farm to see how turkeys were raised. We took train rides to I don't remember where, but the train ride was fun. She was creative and she was fun. She always drew cartoon characters, Disney images and various sketches on our book covers. I treasured those. Later on in life she found the time to pursue her artistic side. I found this the other day, all crumpled up and falling apart - a sketch she made of me while I was at my sewing machine and judging by the picture and my intense pose, I am undoing something I did wrong. I can just feel the frustration.
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| 1969 Sketch |
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| The picture my mother used for her sketch |
Never saw this one before. She really managed to capture the mood of the picture.
ReplyDeleteShe had that creative, artistic eye, for sure
DeleteCute!
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