One of the hardest things to deal with in life is aging. I am at a point in my life where I feel like I am standing in the middle. On the one side I have those who came before me grow older and in need of care and on the other I have my children who I have watched grow from infants to their preteen and teenage years and have become more and more independent.
I go almost every other day after work to see my mother. She lays down in her bed staring outward, occasionally trying to communicate something. I can only make out a few words, not enough to understand her most of the time. I play some music that I downloaded for her, the music she played when I was younger, and I sit and draw her.
On the left is one of the earliest drawings I've done of my mom, way back in high school. Bellow that is an oil sketch I did when I was in college. The drawing on the right and bellow are the most recent ones.