Heather saw me working on another piece and asked if I could draw her son. I was glad too, but as per usual, the photographs were about the size of an eraser head. “Very difficult, and it won’t look like him, but I’ll try,” I said. She didn’t care, she just wanted the picture, who am I not to give someone what they want.

This is the first drawing back on the road…getting back into the rhythm. Working to be the love.