As I doodled this image of an elderly man with a beard, he begins to look familiar to me. “But who?” I asked myself, having no real idea. I continue on, working with ink, making my squiggles here and there. And again I think, “who is this?” Strange as I felt about it, I just kept going, and more and more I felt I knew this person, or maybe I just saw him somewhere. Tossing the “who is it” thought process out, I just kept going, making my ink go where I felt I wanted it to be. Then I just stopped, held up the tiny 4″ x 6″ drawing with an out stretched arm to get a better look at it. Then all at once it came to me, “It’s Pops!, he looks like Pops!” I showed it to my husband, but he could not see it. He said, “you saw him in your heart and drew him.” Pops is a nickname that all of his friends called him, and it stuck with him for years. I haven’t seen this man since he passed in 1999…God rest his soul…. Pops is my father.
Pen and Ink: Pops