From drawing one daughter in real time on Sunday, I've drawn another from an old photo today. It is a miracle. Like having my seven year old C back again, only seen in the colors and textures of memory. Marly noticed this phenomenon in the faces below. This way of layering and splattering is something I'll continue to develop, though I don't want it to devolve into a gimmick and it so easily could.
Here's Another small girl, the mother of my Ukrainian friend. Someone else's memory, graciously shared--- and then, at least in part, made mine.