Boy in plaidPosted: September 30, 2014
When I draw students in my school I usually sit in the cafeteria or student lounge. It is inevitable that they are sitting in groups (they rarely study alone) and almost always inevitable that one of them notices that I am drawing someone from amongst the group. Much whispering and pointing follows, usually with the “model” — now self-conscious — turning around to see what I am doing, and if bold enough, coming over to see the drawing. On occasion I can get through a whole drawing without being noticed, like today, and then I feel that I have been given a gift — a few moments where I can draw undisturbed. It makes my day.