You are currently browsing the archive for the Quiet things category.
My grandmother recently unearthed this diagram, penned by my grandfather 1969, of the solar system. I found it so delightfully precise, just like his pencil drawings of pin-up girls (one, drawn with a delicate and detailed hand that I can only dream of, hangs framed in my room; I wish I knew her name). And he signed and dated it- something he admonished me to do with everything I drew, no matter how seemingly slight. Now that he’s gone, I understand the importance of those dates.
