The room was warm, the curtains were closed, the two table lamps were lit. On the cupboard behind her there were two glasses andsome drinks. Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come home from work.
Now and again she glanced at the clock, but without anxiety: She merely wanted to satisfy herself that each minute that went by made it nearer the time when he would come home. As she bent over her sewing, she was curiously peaceful.
This was her sixth month expecting a child. Her mouth and her eyes, with their new calm look, seemed larger and darker than before.
Inspired by Roald Dahl's lamb to the slaughter, a story that i'm using for my next illustration project. However, rather than another white protagonist, Mary in my version is Korean and I want to explore different types of racism within caucasian society with her as my catalyst.
Art is mine
character is not