I have an avian brain – I yearn to fly. I use twigs (pencils) as tools. My father used to bring No.1 pencils home from his work (as an insurance analyst for Shell Oil), and I always felt there was something dark and magical about graphite lines, and the lovely way they would smudge under your hand. Here are some of my favorites, all drawn from life except for Nola’s cat…
Tash and Lotte reading with spirit cat.
Museum pig napping with his blankee.
Heart to heart talk with Aunt Margie (a New Orleans native, she called me “honey chile”)
An androgynous tree along the Eno River in Hillsborough.
Ray, master storyteller and mentor, with dogs.
Nola (with quilted hair) and her cat. Nola is drawn from life, cat is drawn from a photo.
Sometimes my cellphone gets lost in my purse, and calls out pitifully for help.
Folk musicians at farmer’s market
Gourd shopping at farmer’s market
Banjo picker (I like to draw people in motion.)
Had many an adventure with Gladys, who many days could have been seen speeding around UH in her sports wheelchair.
My husband’s Aunt Ruth. We stayed with her when Hurricane Rita tore through Texas.
I had a front row seat when I sketched this dynamic violinist in Galveston.
My son’s first violin teacher, a very gentle and gifted man.
Wendy Aldwyn 