One afternoon shortly after I arrived in Chicago, I sketched the house my wife grew up in. Fifteen years had passed since I’d last visited here, and drawing helped to get my bearings. As I sat on the far edge of the lawn with my art kit balanced on my legs, I watched as squirrels collected nuts for the winter and rabbits hopped through the yard. It’s amazing how much wildlife inhabits this big city.
2 thoughts on “Mother-in-Law’s House”
Can you come back and draw the kitchen for us?
Sure! Just buy me a round trip ticket and I’ll be right over! : )
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