Developing values

My father was an avid photographer. I inherited his many photo albums last year, along with those of my mother's father. The images go back through my childhood to the youth of people I only knew as grown ups. I find myself studying them: young adults, even children themselves. The wheel of time is strange.

Here are a couple of sketches, value studies really. (and yes, that's a pun.) That's my big sister on the right. My dad took the photo; my grandmother made the matching outfits.

I am trying to tease out the shapes, their placement and relationship.  One of my students has been wrestling with the same question. Helping her got me working again.