My mom's brother, Rich, is a phenomenal artist to say the least. He has worked for decades perfecting a craft that so few have talent for. Early last year, he put a number of his pencil drawings online to show friends and family. I would often show Elliott and say how I would love to have a custom drawing of my own (one day) or even just copies of some of his work in my house. My grandparents have several originals and I find myself eying them a little too often when we go visit.
Last Christmas, my sister, Apryl, decided once again to put the rest of us gift givers to shame (well, I can't forget Pam, who gave us the nostalgic Spot's and Elliott's old Spot book I had brag--er--blogged about earlier). For whatever reason I am still unsure of, Apryl was extra thoughtful of me. My love for my Uncle's art unbenounced to her, she asked/commissioned him to draw a portrait of me.
Uncle Rich spent a number of years serving in the Air Force.
These two are my favorites (apart from the one of me of course). The work is stunning.