Resting on the kitchen windowsill are a pair of chicken wishbones. We haven’t pulled them apart yet, but it might be soon. A serious wish is needed for my father-in-law. I don’t mention my husbands family much but both of his parents are going through cancer. His father was doing better back in April with esophageal and pancreatic cancer. Chemo had reduced the hot spots by a significant amount. Fast forward through May and those same places are 30% larger than they have ever been. Plus there is new activity in the liver and possibly the brain. Friday’s liver biopsy and brain MRI will tell more. One doctor has already given a 9 month life expectancy.
I’ve been pondering starting a new print series and this might be it. Wishes and things we wish upon. I hope my friend Cynthia won’t mind if I head down this path. She did a wonderful series of wishbone work last year in clay.
Drawn in my sketchbook with charcoal and conte crayon. Somehow it ended up moving over the ditch of the book and not reaching completion.