Wooded Labyrinth

I did my drawing early this morning with tears. It was my last morning with Onyx. He started crying and stopped eating yesterday. By this morning he could not walk straight, among other things. We sat by the woodstove for awhile then he wandered looking for comfortable positions. We drove an hour out of the woods to meet the vet. Ebony, his litter-mate is probably wondering where her brother is right now.

It has been over 20 years since I attempted a self portrait exercise. Clearly. Good, bad or ugly, I made a daily drawing commitment. Here it is. I also switched from graphite to charcoal. It’s a journey.