The first drawing of my husband Philip was the best. Unfortnately, it was done in the first half hour. Couldn’t pack up shop and go home. Usually there’s a cat or two I can draw, but this time the grey one napped on philip’s grey jacket. Couldn’t drawn a heap of grey. So I did five more drawings. The disasters I won’t inflict on anyone, a sienna pencil or a brush drawing. Or show you the sketch of another artist attacking her canvas.
But here are two others of not Philip and his hands.