Drawing is frightening.

10°C, stormy rain.
In a hotel in Wilmslow.
Drawing makes your mind run at double-speed, you get hot and will have to take a layer off.


No inconvenience imposed on a sitter there. No reference either.
Too many espresso coffees though. Up to a point, it helps, but go over and your dexterity struggles. Quivers in your hands can speed you along, but accuracy falters too.
That thumb, left, is different now. It doesn’t look as awkward now. You can’t draw without a rubber.

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