A haunted look and a story to tell…
“Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.” ~ Charlotte Gray, Canadian writer and recipient of numerous awards.
(Mixed media sketch: micron pens, charcoal, pastel pencils, and coloured pencils in Strathmore Toned Tan Sketchbook)
I can’t help but wonder…
What has this boy seen?
What are his memories?
Does he have someone to love him?
Why does he have a haunted look?
The boy I have painted is the second portrait in a possible series in which I am exploring poverty, suffering, ageing, loneliness, and so on.
The portrait began as an experiment much like the elderly man in the scribble art piece I posted a few days ago.
What might his story be?