In my recent visit to my mom, I was walking down the long hallway when my eye spotted a framed charcoal drawing of a lady in a long black dress. I looked closer and found my mom's initials. I asked my brother about it. He found it not too long ago, along with a few other paintings and drawings of hers. My mamma used to draw and paint and she used to enjoy it a lot. My mamma used to enjoy many activities but life changed her. It saddens me deeply to see that she lost interest in many many things in life, while she still is in her seventies. A few days later, I brought a drawing pad and charcoal pencils and sat on one side of the living room where she was. I pulled a table and started drawing a random mosaic design . What are you doing she asked? I am drawing. Would you like to join me? Me???? nooooo. Why not? I handed her a paper and a charcoal pencil that used to be her favorite. She drew an incomplete face in a rush and gave it back to me with anger. S
Art through times and places