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Now I know why I sketch. Too fill the insistent mouth of this blog. Committed to it now. In for the long haul.

And it is changing who I sketch. I look for the person I can say something about. The person who appears to have a narrative going on. Or rather, someone whose narrative is showing, like underwear.

Hence this woman, who was texting so furiously yesterday. Dub Dub Dub, her thumbs hammered on her phone. If the person she was messaging was in front of her she would have been pointing her finger at them, for emphasis. Jabbing it in their arm.

Waiting Couple.

Last night, on the Russian art programme, Andrew Graham-Dixon talked about one Artist who said that he didn't care about light, or style, for him it was all about content. Which got me on the whole why do I draw issue again. And I still can't answer it. Although if I'm honest I think there is a lot of ego involved. And just a hint of something to do. I would always say it was simply to record what I see. but what makes that so important I don't know. Because I'm not recording faithfully. Look at these two, two different styles on the same page. Neither exactly honest.

( but I love the guy's nose ! )