I've just put up a new small album of some of the "doodles" done by my daughter in what I might call her Final Sketchpad. It's interesting to see (at least it is to me) an artist's mind working. When I first found these things, I was swept with a wave of anger; she was so much better than even I knew, and had so much further to go, it was just a damned shame that she wasn't going to get the opportunity.
Oh, well … that's life (and death). Perhaps the next time.