A picture of a memory, for my mom. When I was a kid I used to beg her to draw me. I was completely fascinated by the whole process, and by the final, and by the magical-fantastic-ness of it. I would (or did, in this instance at least) add props to make what I considered an interesting set up for my mom to look at, so I put a stuffed bunny in my lap and posed and wanted my portrait drawn. In a teal nightgown, in the dining room.