Friday, February 11, 2011
Growing up, I didn't see my grandparents at every holiday gathering. My American grandparents died when I was little, and my Oma and Opa lived in Germany. Despite the distance, I felt very close to my Oma. When we would visit, I loved running upstairs into her room and snuggling with her (And eating her stash of Ritter Sport chocolates). She died a few years ago, and I miss her.
When I started the first sketch below, I had just intended to get a little practice drawing adults. As it evolved, the grandmother started to look a lot like my Oma, and the next two sketches followed. The last sketch isn't exactly true to life, as my own Oma died when I was an adult, but this is what came out. I guess I still think of myself as that little girl who wishes she could have one more snuggle.