Well, it’s been something of a daily failure to achieve anything creative this last week. I’ve not been idle, but if I’m honest, it takes as little as five minutes to put pen to paper. Any pen to any paper. So there isn’t really an excuse.
What I really wanted to do today was sit in Regent’s Park and draw passersby. Then I became distracted by the variety and mix of people along the Marylebone Road: suits and uniforms, veils and sleeping bags.
And only a notebook to scribble in and only some dicey gel pens to scribble with.