When I was 7/8 years old my Nanny lived with us for a short while. She was the first person to ever encourage my artistic side. I remember sulking after having being given a lecture about doodling in my notebook rather ant paying attention in class (would have been 2nd grade), and Nanny sitting beside me at the dining room table where I was doing my homework. She told me that it was okay to draw if I wanted to as long as I still way paying attention, too. Then she asked me if I wanted to see what she could draw. Taking my pencil and flipping over my homework, she drew a simple sketch of a woman’s profile.
When we were going through her things after her death earlier this month, we came across a zip-lock sandwich bag that had several pages torn from a small coiled notebook, all with a sketch of a lady in profile on them.
This is one of them.