I was sketching on the train yesterday, when a man tapped me on the shoulder:
“I couldn’t help noticing…” he said. “Would you draw my daughter?”
I hate sketching as a formal ‘portrait’, but she was such a cute baby, and I didn’t want to seem rude, so I relented.
Of course it was a nightmare – she was all over the place, but I patched something together the best I could before we pulled into Sheffield.
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