Art doesn’t always make sense. There are times it’s not very linear. This piece is a fine example. My mom turned 90 in September. Recently she took a spill and cracked her head needing eight stiches. I drove to North Carolina to check her out. She was unfazed by her brusing. This is the drawing I created as a result of that trip. My niece’s Labudu doll and a Stay Puft sculpture that was living in my sister’s kitchen made it in. Maybe one of you can explain it to me.
