I’ve been looking through old sketchbooks and notebooks lately. I’m sad that I don’t really keep an active sketchbook these days, but I’m very pleased that I did in the past – especially as a young woman. Here a self portrait made in Israel aged about 21, having recently lost my first husband. To say I was confused and unstable an understatement, but I wrote and sketched at every opportunity. Pictures do paint a 1000 words.