

Whenever I’m out sketching with friends, and they sketch me, I’m always faintly horrified at what I see. Is that really me? I have to accept that it is.
My drawings of my mates are probably met with the same dismay, but never mind, here they are.


Whenever I’m out sketching with friends, and they sketch me, I’m always faintly horrified at what I see. Is that really me? I have to accept that it is.
My drawings of my mates are probably met with the same dismay, but never mind, here they are.