day one

Correspondent: a nice job, but busy. Always running behind to draw everything that happens, and not missing anyone (because that is expected of you). And sometimes a drawing fails badly and I can't redo it because I have to draw somewhere else, but everyone is always so positive that it doesn't really matter whether I like it or not.

 

And in the evening there is always a drink and draw somewhere, where you end up at a table with unknown sketchers, and only after hours do you realize: these people speak Portuguese (or Chinese, or something that resembles English but with no  single understandable word in it ) ... and then you realize: I have made new friends again and I have already forgotten their names, but even though I did not understand their native language, I remember every word they spoke and every sketch and every face.