Before I wrote, I drew pictures. It runs in the family. My ability and my style both came from my mother, and my sister and I both loved flipping through her old sketchbooks when we were kids.
Most of those books have been lost during the years (and moves) since then, but my sister does have thirteen pages of Mom’s drawings, and she recently scanned them so we’d have copies to keep. I thought I’d show y’all a few of them. None are dated, but I think most may pre-date marriage and children (mostly because I have more memories of seeing her reading than sketching–I got that from her, too).
My mom was legally blind, and had almost no formal art training. In light of that, I wholeheartedly agree with my sister’s comment that “(A)s bad as her eyesight was, I always marveled at my mom’s ability to show perspective and her attention to detail.”
Thanks to Teresa for scanning Mom’s drawings and sending them to me, providing both an archive record and blog fodder. And just in case you were going to ask: My old sketchbooks are lost to…somewhere, so I doubt you’ll be seeing any of my drawings here. Hers are better anyway, trust me. Besides, these days, I’d rather take pictures than draw them.
