I was up very early this morning and having a go at tidying the office, man I’m so punk rock these days. I found a pile of bereavement cards sent to the family when Dad died. I stopped to read them and began to miss him. A lot.
Then I spotted something on Facebook that Neil Morrison had written about spending some inspiring time with visually impaired folk. My Granpa was blind and I do some work with sight loss charities so Neil’s comment resonated with me.
This sketch emerged from my morning’s ponderings. I guess it’s a mixture of bereavement, blindness, and a little of me too.