Twenty years ago, today, my youngest son, Andrew, passed away. He was nine years old. They say that time heals the pain, but it doesn't. It just helps you deal with it better.
I have been painting a portrait of him today , in remembrance of a happy, brave, very cheeky, adorable child, but I have found it very difficult, and it is not finished. I will post when it is.
The second one here is one of the first drawings I did when I started painting again, which was because I didn't have a picture of all four of us together, and I decided I would paint one.
I have still to paint that particular picture....when I am good enough!
The first one I did after a visit to the Hockney exhibition, where his coloured pencil portraits obviously inspired me.
Sad day, today, but I have to thank Dianne Mize, whose painting of York Falls, lifted my spirits.