There are so many things going on with my current drawing practice. (My whole life is a practice – and that’s OK, isn’t it?) I mean there isn’t just the challenge of observing better, of preserving my stamina, of paying attention, of composition and quality of line but my engagement with those whom I draw. I feel such warmth for those I watch (such as this old man, who had clearly had a stroke. His friend had to help him off the bench and kind of shift his legs for him. They spoke in Welsh, with soft, reminiscing voices). It is a kind of love, certainly. And often what I feel is not in the drawings. Ah, I have such a way to go.
