Sometimes when it isn’t raining (that’s not often round here) I leave the studio a bit earlier and wander into the city centre to do some quick scribbles. I saw these three ladies chatting on the street corner and just a few yards away, huddled in a doorway, one of the street drinkers who hang out on the fringes, so sad.
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What was the drinker’s reaction to your drawing him? He seems to be looking straight at you. I know you wouldn’t have made any judgements about him, but he knows some people would.
He was across the road and seemed just to be gazing into the distance. I don’t think he noticed me.