Wednesday, 15 January 2014


One of the guards in the National Gallery.

He took over from the previous guard and spent a while walking around, patrolling the space, making himself aware of who was around, scoping us all out.

Although I saw him eye the previous incumbent's buttock dent in the leather seat of the guard's chair with a certain disdain and I think he was really just waiting for the seat to cool off a bit before he sat.

I also have a feeling I have sketched him before.


  1. Just checked. Not the same Guard as I had posted before.

  2. He looks a man who would sneer at placing his buttocks in the still-warm groove of another. A man who will brook no buts.