I have never attempted to — but I’m fairly sure I could convince a doctor that I have social phobia, if I tried.
So I usually look for a hidden, sheltered spot when I sketch outside.
This was not the case when doing this sketch. I was sitting on a circular bench on a busy square in the city, and soon after I started sketching, a bunch of older men sat down there, too, talking loudly in a language that I didn’t know. I tried to ignore them, but even though I didn’t understand the language, I could tell that they were talking about me.
I imagine the conversation went something like this:
– What’s she doing now?
– She’s putting in shadows. (The man sitting next to me answered.)
– (Louder) She’s putting in shadows!
At times the guy sitting next to me was leaning in so closely that I could smell his beer breath.
But in the end it wasn’t such a traumatic experience after all.
Rather than thinking of all the things I would like to do
and dropping the pen again as soon as I have picked it up
because something new pops into my mind
I want to allow for time to do one single thing
Ask my niece what her favorite bird is and she will answer: The robin.
It’s probably simply the only bird that comes to her mind; she knows this one because it’s on the cover of one of her picture books.
But isn’t that a stupid question to ask anyway?
Come on: What’s your favorite dinosaur?