Here is a quick sketch I did on a scrap paper the other day whilst tidying up my desk. I always marvel at how the urge to sketch and draw just hits me at odd times and I never quite know how it's going to turn out. I just accept the feeling and go with it.
I guess that's the beauty of sketching - it doesn't matter how it turns out. I see sketching as a great tool for getting ideas down on paper and playing and practising and trying new things.
I wonder what she's thinking? I wonder if I'll turn her into a painting one day?