Nothing Part 2 – November 3, 2019 Doree Grief, life, love, poetry November 11, 2019November 11, 2019 1 Minute Sketch by my mother’s mother It could mean everything, It could mean the most important thing. How Then Is it Nothing? Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published November 11, 2019November 11, 2019
Doree -if i understand this well- your grandmother is the artist, and the baby depicted on the image is your mother. Am I right, dear ? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Yes, my grandmother is the artist. However, this is an old sketch of my daughter. Thank you for asking :). Hope all is well! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Doree -if i understand this well- your grandmother is the artist, and the baby depicted on the image is your mother. Am I right, dear ?
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Yes, my grandmother is the artist. However, this is an old sketch of my daughter. Thank you for asking :). Hope all is well!
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Oh, I see now. This is wonderful, Doree !
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Thank you so much ♥️!!
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