It bugs me.
I drew her so I should know who she is, but I don’t. It was the first portrait I ever sketched, and I think her likeness came out of a book, but I didn’t care for her much. Her right eye looked wonky and her nose was overshadowed. I tucked her away and forgot about her. She stayed there, for 28 years.
About three months ago, I resurrected her from my old sketch pad. Now that I have learned to use an image editor and filters, I’ve given my gal a whole new life. Now she’s been passed around my Facebook friends, some volunteering to give her name; Jessica (after Jessica Tandy), Lois, Alexa, Ivanka, Meryl, Andrea. Can you see how the political climate, and my diverse group of friends, came up with such suggestions?!
Whatever name she ends up with, I’ll always remember her as the woman who patiently waited until I got back to her. I still have a long way to go, when it comes to drawing portraits, but hopefully the next one won’t take so long.