The Sketch Pad
I am not an artist, and I do not play one on TV, but I have had a sketch board and pad around the house since my daughter was a child. It has moved out of the corner now that there is a grandchild and the cheap newsprint for sketches is almost out. I am going to have to get another one. As the grandchild gets bigger, we will see how her talents lean. I hope that my daughter can get back to her own drawing when the crazy first years of child rearing get behind her.
When I pulled off the old layers to clear off the pad, I found a few interesting things. Those lost nights from long ago when you wind up three sheets to the wind on one thing or another and the pair of you just doodle to fight off the darkness.
This one is a caricature of me is an accurate one I think of the time. I really cannot think of who drew it, yet I have my suspicions. Perhaps it will come to me in a dream.