This gorgeous woman was sitting on the bench outside the People's Food Co-op in Ann Arbor when I drew her. I imagine she was writing on her Mac. To her grandchildren, her PhD advisor, her lover. A column for Mother Jones, a treatise on women in Afghanistan, a memoir. Such a marvelous scene, inspiring storymaking. Has she always been so connected? Her hair was long, tidied carefully into a braided bun, with butterfly clips at the ears. Had she burned her bra in 1967? Do her children live nearby, speak with her, share her passions? Can she ski in that long skirt? Is she content with who she is? Can I share that contentment?
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Women's History Month
This gorgeous woman was sitting on the bench outside the People's Food Co-op in Ann Arbor when I drew her. I imagine she was writing on her Mac. To her grandchildren, her PhD advisor, her lover. A column for Mother Jones, a treatise on women in Afghanistan, a memoir. Such a marvelous scene, inspiring storymaking. Has she always been so connected? Her hair was long, tidied carefully into a braided bun, with butterfly clips at the ears. Had she burned her bra in 1967? Do her children live nearby, speak with her, share her passions? Can she ski in that long skirt? Is she content with who she is? Can I share that contentment?
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