While drawing at the Botanical Gardens, a grandmother stopped and was riveted by my book. She only spoke Chinese, so her teenage granddaughter translated for both of us. She said her grandmother did drawings just like I did. After a lengthy exchange between them, I asked what was up. The granddaughter was laughing and told me her grandma was confused about the angle of my drawing. The granddaughter had to explain to her that my angle was different than what the grandmother was seeing because I was sitting low in a camping stool and grandma was standing up. That mollified the old lady momentarily. They returned ten minutes later. The granddaughter said her grandmother didn’t want to leave me.
