SKETCHBOOK 20-21
Day by day, sunny morning or late evening, the sketchbook or a handy piece of Bristol paper emerges looking for a pen, and the pen hunts for my fingers. I begin to sketch...
The lines are as much messages as pictures; brief comments, my words but also the statements of the individuals created by these thin contours of ink as it dances over paper. So that the lines make the faces; and the faces, with their differing expressions and unique styles, make the lines.