To finally wrap up my month of portrait practice, here’s an homage to my father’s mother Dorothy Greenough, who was a skilled portrait artist. I grew up surrounded by her work, and she was my first art teacher.  Even as a small child, she never let me rest with self-satisfaction, but always asked what I could try to make the drawing even better in some small way.

I don’t have many photos of Dottie, but here she is at home in Providence, and that’s two of my siblings on the mantelpiece.

Love and remembrance.