A Topographical Map of Sweden

I was a bit awestruck by a photo my cousin Stephanie posted to her Facebook page, of my grandfather’s hand with my late grandmother’s wedding ring on his pinky. Besides the obvious poignancy, it was the first time I had really paid attention to the innumerable folds in his century-old skin. And I realized it would be a whole lot of fun to draw.

After about an hour of drawing, I looked down at my own hands, and they seemed completely smooth and boring and devoid of character. Crossing my dainty fingers that I can someday wear hands like Tata’s as a badge of a long life well-lived.