Luke Jackson

The first image is a photograph of my former wife's maternal grandmother, Florence Pfifer.  The following images, in chronological order, are a series of drawings and paintings I did of this image.  I find something very inward, pensive, poised, and beautifully composed about this photograph.  She died a lonely and unnecessary death by pneumonia.  I only learned that story after I had already become captivated by this image.  To me, suddenly, it was almost like this image took on a shade of foreshadowing, a kind of serene prescience of her early end. I think I will probably make many more variations of this image.