When I was 15.

 

I found this from my grandfather's study the other day.  He passed away right after I did this drawing.  I have no idea how this work ended up in his study, but it had been on the wall for more than 15 years.  My grandmother didn't want to organize her husband's belongings after he passed away.  

I remembered that I got some kind of prize for this drawing at my school, and it was more psychedelic and fun drawing in my memory. It looks so...difficult to me now.  This time of me was struggling alone. Fifteen! Who doesn't struggle?:-)  Probably this was the hardest and the loneliest time of my life.   I wish I could have gave 15-year old me a big hug, and I feel grateful that I am safe, healthy and happy mama now.