by Andrew Taggart
When, a few weeks back, Joan asked me whether I would like to have one of her drawings, I thought only, “Which one?” There are 30, perhaps as many as 40 drawings hanging in the fourth floor hallway. There were ones of younger frail women and others of cocksure men. Neither sort would suit. For weeks, my eye keep coming back to this woman you see above. And why? And why? Because her face intimates that she has suffered greatly but also that she has achieved a state of steadiness, of resolve, a kind of fortitude. Her pensive look does not imply preoccupations; it suggests contemplative stillness. Full-bodied, strong yet delicate, relaxed and unshaken, she is becoming an older woman and she is aging well.