I am going through stuff in my house, trying to reduce clutter. As a result, I found these wonderful treasures from my past.
This first portrait is of young love. We used to sit and gaze into each other’s eyes. True love. This is Donald, but a little stylized. Hey, I was in love!
By the time I did this caricature of Donald, I knew him a little better. This sketch is stained and battered, it hung on the wall for a time because we both liked it. I guess I fantasized at this time of being a caricature artist. Working full time at Boeing, and mom to two busy little boys, that just never happened. From time to time, I’d drag out my sketch pad and pencil and draw a couple more pictures. That’s as far as it got.