life drawing

It’s worth all the crap, all the hard work, all the sleepless evenings and nights, being annoyed by other people’s lax timetable. It’s worth drawing and painting in monochrome for 12 weeks, it’s worth doing sculpture when I don’t like it. It’s worth analysing art work you don’t understand or even like, printing out picture after picture and tracing letter after letter. It's worth being isolated.


I’m talking about staring intently at a rather cute naked man for 3 hours, and being directly in his eyeline so that whenever he looks up it's you he sees first.