Edinburgh street sketcher 1990. So as well as the scrap paper sketch pad I began to fill, I progressed to the larger scale stuff. A selection of which I've found and spent too long scanning the damn stuff to post on this blog...anyway,
I got bored drawing the statue when I was interrupted by
I remember thinking how difficult it was drawing the castle with my puny pen and ink, and my feeble effort needed a subject to illustrate the scale of the view. There was a group of teenage school kids joking around just along from me and I struck up a conversation with a couple of them, and I convinced one to pose for me for five minutes. I imagine I was considered suspect. A perv. I showed them my previous efforts and Sally volunteered to be drawn. Twenty four years later I am exhibiting Sally's portrait on the net, no one's safe....wonder where she is now? How have the intervening years treated her. Did she vote YES? Did she draw a cross next to NO?
Perfect models. Better than statues.
Short lived reportage artist career. It's a matter of being obsessed, driven, putting yourself out on a limb and taking risks - getting out of the house and not waiting for the invite.