In October 2003, my girlfriend and I went to Ireland. We visited the Dublin Writers Museum and saw the Garden of Remembrance across the street. It is a park in which one corner has an area with a crucifix shaped pond and a wonderful statue commemorating the 1916 Easter Uprising against the British (as does the whole park, thus its name).

We photographed the statue and took in the park. There was a couple shooting up heroin in one corner and some lovebirds in another.

At the far end, sitting at a bench in front of a small wall was a woman, old enough to have lost a parent in the uprising. She was sitting facing the sun that was peeking through the clouds, eyes closed, honoring her dead, lost in a memory, perhaps. I will never forget that woman.

This is a rare type of drawing for me, in that it is specific to a memory. Most are, at best, pieces of scenes I've taken in and made into one piece.