No, sir, don't mean maybe,
Yes, sir, that's my baby now.'
'Go to sleep, my baby,
Close your pretty eyes...'
(he always gets the next bit wrong)
'There is a lady sweet and kind
Was never face so pleased my mind
I did but see her passing by
And yet I love her 'til I die.'
'So far I've kept my sanity. I said I’d never and I never have played bowls. Are you still left-handed, lovey? Good girl.’
I tell him to finish his lunch. ‘Get double stuffed,’ he says. But that's how we talk.
A portrait of a parent is essentially a self-portrait. I draw five over a couple of hours and he says that being drawn is like being on holiday. I am too shy to ask him to hold his portraits for a photo like all my other sitters.
I last drew him when I was 13, for art homework. He is reading The Times, which was in broadsheet format then.
I last drew him when I was 13, for art homework. He is reading The Times, which was in broadsheet format then.
My drawing at the age of 13 |