new winter jacket – watercolor and colored pencil
A lot of my memories are in square format and slightly overexposed. My mother took pictures with a Yashica – A manual camera. There was a shoe box full of photos I loved looking through over and over. I loved seeing my world rendered (instagram style apparently!) and I loved seeing the world that preceded me. I’m intentionally not working directly from photos but I have vivid memories of some of them. She had a particular spot she liked to plant us in for pictures so I see myself and my siblings there- in Halloween costumes and new winter coats and white first communion dresses. There is one I remember particularly well – in a brand new winter jacket, fresh snow on the ground and the paths to the little barns and clothesline neatly cleared. I must have been 10 or 11 – approaching the height of my geekdom.
i cheer your sweet geekdom with my morning cuppa joe! sweet sweet sweet
Ann- I too have a box of old photos like you described. Sweet memories! Thanks for the reminder.
I love this. It looks like an illustration from a slice-of-life comic book I’d want to read.