Title: In memoriam
Medium: Pencil, Pan Pastel, India Ink
Model: Myself

Within my 20s I became an orphan, this one is for mom and dad. RIP.

“…And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”

― Maya Angelou, excerpt from “When great trees fall”