The first image is a photograph of my wife's maternal grandmother, Florence Pfifer. The following images, 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.