A linear portrait, in blue ink on PAPER, of my maternal Grandfather, 2 years before his death. He was my best friend, my mentor and I like to think I was his preferred grandson (having 13 children and 7 who lived long lives, he had a lot of grandsons and granddaughters…) He used to like posing for me and we had many pleasant and interesting hours, me drawing and him telling me stories about his very interesting life. Not an ordinary guy, my granddad! He was a rural policeman (a “jandarm”) and a church bariton singer, he immigrated to America and after making some money returned in his Transylvania village and married and become a farmer. Moved to city as an entrepreneur (he was the first to buy a Ford truck and a gas wood cutter), went to war and was made prisoner by the Russians and returned home from Siberia in 1948. Then the communists took (nationalized) everything he owned (the truck, the mill, etc) and he lived long enought to feast 50 years of marriage with my Grandma Ana.