One day when my daughter was a little girl, I was sketching the leaves of a frais du bois plant. While sketching, I’d look up, check out the plant, look down and record what I had just seen. I was ready to draw the berry, so I looked up in order to collect the visual information needed to put down on the paper. The berry was gone! My daughter had walked by, picked it and ate it!
Pastel drawings in a 5½” square sketchbook.