Here is a sketch that I am most proud of! I have loved persimmons from the time I was a little girl and my father would slice them in half and give them to us for breakfast to eat with a spoon. I felt like I was getting dessert instead of breakfast and I loved the jelly like filling, the brilliant orange goo that was inside. Sometimes when it was sliced open it looked like a heart and I felt it was good luck for the day. Isn't it funny how certain things bring us back thirty years, like turning back pages in a book to re-read previous chapters?
So, when I set out to draw the persimmon, I was very nervous, because of how attached I am to them. But, I think I captured it, right down to the leaves.