This morning I scanned two original drawings for Christmas cards I produced in the 1970s.
This, before the nativity, is undated, but was drawn from life on scraper board
a couple of years before this Mary and Jesus dated 1976. I took the mother’s profile from a reclining photograph in a book; the rest came from my head. I have left them both – the second with its smudges – as I found them after almost half a century.
Flo, Dillon, and Ellie arrived after lunch. We happily reengaged and all enjoyed penne pasta bolognese, sweetcorn and peas for dinner, with which I finished the Côtes du Rhône Villages and the others drank fruit juice.