So...this is a really strange picture. I drew this from memory. I volunteered at a local hospital, drawing patients and staff. I drew a lot of people in the few weeks I volunteered there.
But this girl was especially different. She was intensely curious when she saw me going around the room, her eyes following me as I drew each person. She listened closely as I talked to the other patients. She wore a mask. At first I thought the mask meant she was sick with something contagious. Others in the room had bruises, limbs in casts, and illnesses I couldn't see. But she had a mask. I worked up the courage to ask her if she also wanted to be drawn. The mask helped her breathe, she said. We got a good conversation going. She had lots of questions. She wasn't from that area, if I remember correctly. She spoke with a bit of a southern accent, but was a big fan of German rap music. She was really interested in foreign countries, their histories, their music, cultures, and peoples, but had never left her own. I remember her eyebrows: thick and black. I remember her eyes: clear and observant. And her will: to go places, far away; to learn things school would never teach her; to realize that a moment with a stranger could be a learning moment.
Some patients that day had been waiting for care for five hours. I drew at least fifteen people in that room that day. My hands got tired, but I drew some more. I left each person their portrait to keep. She has hers with her, wherever she is now. So I don't know anymore what she looked like, this girl with the mask. Still, I remember the eyebrows. I remember the eyes. The baseball cap, the long black hair, the slim nose. I've drawn thousands of people's portraits now. But this one girl sticks out in my mind.
I may be a bit off, but if I remember correctly, this girl was portrait #3,978.
Copic Markers on Bristol paper. Because this was done from memory, it took me a bit longer than usual. Two or three hours.