gullTrundling the Trolleys

Wednesday, 15th March 2006


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. Next Page

Richard Bell,