I Dream of Jeanie

As suggested by one of my art teachers, I have been creating works that are drawn from the memories of my sister or that honor her in some way. I put them all together in a photo book, show in order below. The book began with this poem:

I Dream of Jeanie

Two sisters had thought
They would grow old together
It was not to be

The one who stayed in this world
Made these tributes to
The one who left it too soon