As Barbara is unwell, I'm on duty today; ferrying the mums to
the hairdresser's and the supermarket.
Well, maybe I can do some work over a coffee and a bacon roll in
the café as they trundle their trolleys around Morrisons.
Nope. I feel restless. I can't cut out the bustle of the café.
I can't sit here and write my book. Even John Paul Satre would have
found it difficult here.
That's the good thing about drawing: you can keep your eyes on
what is going on around you but also become absorbed in an activity
that centres you in your own particular space.
Drawing is a bit like coming down to earth for me.
Richard Bell, email@example.com