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There’s something magical about graphite. It translates in a timeless way. This drawing of my mother was done a few years after she passed away. I worked from a photograph that I had taken during one of our weekly lunches. She was having a good time, but because she was somewhat camera shy, she was asking me not to take her photo at that very moment. Later I showed the photo to her and she liked it. I think she would have liked the drawing.

My father really didn’t like having his photo taken either, but I hope to find one from which I can create a drawing, maybe from his early days as a local baseball player. Still going through boxes of photos…

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