When someone hurts themselves badly in our house, or a tragedy occurs (Lily smashing Ruby's china doll on the floor springs to mind) Grace rushes off and draws a little picture of it. It's like she's some kind of war artist, contracted to record the event as it unfolds. She offers the drawing to her stricken sibling who is rarely grateful for it, in the moment. Somehow these little snapshots of mundane outrages always vanish before I can capture them.
Here are some other recent works, including her rendition of our playroom, when it was still new and I was oohing and ahhing over it. She noticed and drew it for me; 'Because you love it so much Mama.'