I sketched this gentleman's feet one long morning in
the opthalmologist's waiting room. He was, I think,
aware that I was doing this, but as he said nothing,
I continued. I think he was embarrassed and unsure
about what he could do in this situation, because
I feel I've captured that awkward uncertainty
that went all the way down to his toes!
1 comment:
How lovely! My husband likes to write character sketches in situations like that. He can make up whole stories just by observing someone (or a few people) for a few minutes.
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