This colored pencil drawing was drawn from a photo my Mother took of my Baba reading to me. Baba didn't speak in English, and I did not know Slovak, but she communicated in the language of love.
One of the challenges and joys of this drawing was to select colors. It was an amazing journey back into my memory, not only of the colors but of the feelings of what is what like to be with her. I remember looking at her fine silver hair and feeling her soft saggy skin and thinking how beautiful she was.
Today, I am a grandmother of 3, and when I am with them I know the joy she must have felt.