People in my House

Not everyone is comfortable drawing people they share a home with. Or they might not be sure if those people like being drawn. I suspect my family doesn’t give it too much thought because they’ve been drawn for as long as they can remember.

I like drawing the little-big things, the things that you can easily forget. Like the day our new and faster internet stuff (for lack of a more technical term) got installed. To me, it was the day I could teach a Zoom class without worrying that my video would freeze because the kids were in online school. To my husband it was a super-exciting day: he’s still talking about upload and download speeds and checking them with regularity and feeling super-pleased each time.

Right now, the big day in my daughter’s week is Thursday, because that is when a new episode of her favorite podcast is released. All breaks between classes on Thursdays are spent wandering the house and backyard with headphones on, occasionally bursting into laughter. It’s a a good thing she sometimes comes to my work desk to tell me of something particularly funny that she heard on the podcast.

A quick violin-practice sketch.

And one to mark the arrival of the new mango-colored loveseat.