You know I’m desperate when I blog a drawing of my feet. It means it’s the end of the day, I haven’t done any drawings in my sketchbook, I’m sat in front of the telly feeling guilty because I haven’t done any drawing but I can’t be bothered to move. So I grab my sketchbook and pens from the little table next to my telly-chair and I draw my feet. Great artists like Van Gogh, Durer and Rembrandt did self portraits of their faces. I do self portraits of my feet. But then, they didn’t have telly. And comfy Swedish chairs.
By the way, that’s scribbly cross-hatching on my legs, not hairs.