I was thinking about Sonja a lot lately. She was my cousin, and died tragically recently and was very unhappy until she died, and she was only 52 years old, just 2 years older than I am, and it was right around her birthday that she died. I feel really sad that Sonja didn’t have the kind of life that I wished for her, ever since I got to know her when we were teenagers, and we spent a few days together at my grandmother’s house. This is how she was back then:
She really didn’t smile much, and didn’t talk to people very often. Mostly she acted like she wanted to be alone, but really, she was lonely. She was chubby and had poor body image and very low self esteem. But when she decided to talk to me, I found out that she was really nice and interesting, and honest, and had a lot to say that I thought was very worth saying. I don’t my siblings ever really got to know Sonja, which is too bad, because she was worth knowing. I really hope that she has a lot of peace in her soul now. I really liked her. It just seems unfair to me, that I feel like she never really had a chance. This is just a quick sketch, and I had no reference photos of Sonja, either from childhood or as an adult, but this is how I remember her back then. I may do a more finished picture
Here’s a 2nd pass at some revisions to the sketch,still all in graphite. I think I will work more on this sketch and develop it, perhaps in colored pencil, acrylic, or another mixed media, since I really have no pictures of Sonja from any age, and I want to try to capture a particular memory that was special to me. For some reason, it seems to be important to me to memorialize some things visually for myself about Sonja and perhaps myself as well, don’t know yet.
More to follow as it evolves in my head and with my hands. This image was especially difficult to begin since I had no reference photos of Sonja at any age, as mentioned before, but now that I have my hands in it and have started, I am getting more and more feeling about what looks right to me, though admittedly, this is based on childhood memories alone, so reasonable minds who were around at the time may differ, however, the memory that I am putting together had a key visual theme to it, and there were important reasons that both of us were very aware of how we saw ourselves and each other at the time. More on that later.