Wings for a Grandmother

The paternal grandmother of my wife is a sweet, gentle and caring individual.  Over the past few years her health has declined, and a mind that was once sharp and buoyant has grown dimmer as she has ailed.  At this point someone always has to be with her to keep her safe from the affects of dementia and a weakening body.  However, she still loves to sit down and look at pictures and to sing whatever words are in front of her.

After her first husband passed away, whenever she saw a butterfly, she felt it was a sign that he was near and watching over her.  

Today's envelope and letter (to words I hope she will sing) is going out to her.

This one was done with gouache, with an acrylic background.

remembering

Here are a few more doodles that I did over the weekend. The first one just kind of happened on the paper. I was thinking about creating an image that left the viewer to decide if it was about one thing, or the exact opposite. I suppose it could be about surrendering. Or, it could be about faithfully upholding the standard, despite injury....you decide.

This other one was done while I was at a meeting that was discussing the importance of the family. September is an interesting month for me because my Dad's birthday is in September...so, while the speaker taught, I didn't really digest what he was saying...rather, was thinking about dad, and wondering what that reunion will be like...in retrospect, maybe I was digesting exactly what the speaker intended. So while he was speaking, I was sketching. I later added the photo of my father when he was a boy.

Harvesting

This is a sketch that I did some time ago, and I already posted it in this blog. However, I recently wrote a story while remembering something from my childhood and thought that it would be a good visual. I posted the story on my writing blog.