Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Obsession: A Story about Sketching

One of  many fidgety kids I've attempted to sketch
“Sit still, you little creep.”

My wife was glaring right at me across the table at Mama’s Mexican Restaurant, where we were waiting for two, piping-hot plates of carnitas de pollo, heaped high with onions and peppers.

“Did you just call me a creep?” I asked sweet Sue.

“No, it’s the brat behind you. He’s adorable and I’m trying to sketch him but he won’t stop fidgeting and making faces.” read more

 (This is a story my husband wrote in a desperate attempt to get a link on the Whidbey Island Sketchers blog.)


  1. Sue, Just loved your husband's story. Just great! An I enjoyed seeing your show at Braeburn's. It was a good day!