I made a charcoal sketch of the street my aunt lives on. I’ve stayed with her several times before, but I was never able to get a good picture of it - I guess because of all the plants she placed that blocked the view a bit.
My hand grew lazy towards the end and slipped while drawing our silhouettes. I drew a hat on her to cover up the ridiculous quaff I’d accidentally given her. She laughed at this, and I titled it La Zia con Cappello, “My Aunt with Hat.”
I hung it in her kitchen so that she can remember the days when she would tell me stories while eating fresh figs together. I already miss her very much.