A mum picking up her son from school. It always makes me wonder how the child recognises their mother. They see her at home, without the black, her face uncovered, hands ungloved. Outside however, a kind of alternative superwoman transformation occurs, and you have just the eyes to go by. I wonder when I was little, and my mother was waiting for me at the gate, would I recognise her just by the eyes? The stance? Her bag? A glint of the shoes?
Using actual ink today. Unfortunately my camera isn't picking up all the detail but I enjoyed all the creases. I also found out there are prompts for #inktober. And then promptly decided I wouldn't use them. Maybe.
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