I heard the old men say, 'Everything alters, and one by one we drop away.' They had hands like claws, and their knees like the old thorn- trees by the waters. I heard the old men say, 'All that's beautiful drifts away like the waters.'

Many would say I am drawn to these old men. I find them so intriguing. Their wrinkles, and intensity makes them so interesting to draw. I finished this old man at the end of grade ten. I used charcoal- one of my favorite mediums!