In the night, I remembered that I had two other very early drawings I made as a child of around three years old. I located them on my second try—one of those cases where you know you’ve seen something, but wonder where you’ve put it. This time, my memory served me well.
I don’t know if I made these for my grandfather or just pencilled his name on the first drawing because he was important to me.
It’s touching to see that even at that very early age, the images I drew were of a flower, bees or butterflies and two animals. It seems my love of nature goes back a long way.
Arts of May 