Normally with my artwork I go completely overboard on color but all the drawings and sketches during this time period were done in black and white. It was simply too exhausting to consider colors. I was already drained from crying every day, and the black and white also signified how hard I was trying to keep my composure.
Today I decided to return to one of these old journals and add some text and colors to one of the sketches. I made up a story for this woman. I might just do this to more of these old sketches. It was fun!
Here is another one. Claude.