This is an ink drawing from my (paper) sketchbook. It is actually a study for an oil painting I have not quite finished,(what a surprise!)
It is my mother's face. I did not try to do a likeness of my mother, nor was I even thinking about my mother when I drew this picture. My mother died five years ago. I miss her so much. I was shocked when I finished the drawing and saw her face, (well, it is not really finished!)
This has happened to me before. Many times. Not only drawing those who have departed this life, but those whom I need to forgive, or those I have unfinished business. It is a very curious phenomenon.
This phenomenon is very interesting to me. Do you find it disturbing, comforting, perhaps motivating ("I'll just invite that gal over for tea and settle our differences once and for all"...)? Just curious.