I’m never sure what it is about sketching that produces such calm.  Maybe it’s the instant gratification – watching something appear on a recently-blank page.  Sometimes I think it’s the hypnotically rhythmic sound of the scratching pencil on paper that lulls away the angst. All I know for sure is that while listening to the gentle din of the café in the morning as I watch my son’s enigmatic gaze appear, all I have done for the last half hour is smile.


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