A few weeks ago I remembered a favorite psychedelic poster I used to own. Whenever I moved, which was fairly often in those days, I'd hang 'The Mushroom Lady' on a wall near my bed where we could look at each other first thing in the morning and last at night. She had a lovely smile.
Somehow and somewhere along the way she was lost. Who knows how these things happen. I've noticed that many things, and people too, get lost or left behind on our journey through this life.
Still, I remembered her and wondered if I might catch another glimpse of that warm and loving smile. The only way I could think of to do that now was to try drawing her myself. Perhaps, if I made some effort I might even have a painting of her to hang near my bed:
Her smile isn't quite the one I remember but, then again, neither is mine.