drawing from memory
Today I tried to do a freehand pen sketch, with no real forward planning, to see what would happen. (Until recently, I’ve always had to scuff around with a pencil before attempting anything in pen, and the results were much more predictable.) It’s a picture of a family meal when my sister and I were in our early teens, and my sister used to work my dad up to see how furious he could get, while I hunkered down in my seat and shovelled food in. A lovely pair of daughters we were.