My grandfather’s name was Art. I always liked that name, in part because I like making art. Today’s post is a drawing of a drawing I made at the time of his passing 25 years ago. I’m amazed at how difficult it is to make a drawing of my own drawing. I made twelve of these this morning and no two are alike. I don’t even think any of these come close to the original. But here they are, along with the original drawing.