It's the right season and you are all friends so allow this bit of self-indulgence.
This morning Maya woke up and went into the bedroom where I sleep. Not one to just sit around doing nothing, but not wanting to make me get up, she announced that she was going to draw. But what? "What should I draw? I will draw the New Yorker logo."
Yeah! Good idea Maya.
After considering the issue, she delved into the task and produced an outline. I was still pondering the issue of whether to get up, so she announced that she was going to color it.
"Do you think I should color it?"
"Good idea, Maya."
Below is the result.
What next? I obviously I did not get it, so after a few moments of silence, she hands me the note below.
And that's how I got up this morning- with a purpose, courtesy of Maya.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Two recent deaths warranted face to face entries in my journal. I pasted a picture of Christopher Hitchens, who died of cancer late Thursday night, and then decided to do a quick sketch instead. Today, when I heard that Cesaria Evora died, I decided to just do a two minute sketch straight out. They both made me think of Elsa. Hitchens because his public facing of cancer, reminded me of the same courage and fighting spirit Elsa displayed when engaging the same war; Cesaria because I remembered when Elsa interviewed her in Macau for TDM (Televisão De Macau).