I miss her.

My aunt was 94 years old. I would take her out for a late breakfast at her favorite restaurant when I went to visit. I knew the same questions would be asked over and over because she could no longer remember she had just asked those same questions. But that was ok. These were the condiments on the table while we waited for her customary half a belgian waffle with two pieces of bacon and hot tea. Funny how just a glance at these drawings remind me of her. This is why I enjoy sketching. It's hard to describe how it becomes kind of like a time capsule in a drawing. From two different days.