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Thursday, 27 March 2014
PUTTING THE CHEF IN THE PICTURE...
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I loved drawing as a kid and my dad gave me a plywood board to use as a drawing board which I've still got although these days I lay it on the bed to use as an ironing board. He also got me huge rolls of paper to draw on and I'd lay on the floor copying the artwork from my Marvel comics. My father's been dead for nearly fifteen years and that simple plywood board is a reminder of him and those times spent drawing. These days I don't draw at all apart from the odd doodle.
ReplyDeleteI don't really draw much at all these days, CJ - my heart just ain't in it. Even a doodle is a stretch for me, because I always get bored halfway through and feel like stopping. (And I often do.)
ReplyDeleteKid, we know that - you never finished that doodle from a few weeks ago so we never found out what it was ! You probably don't remember it now.
ReplyDelete"Do pay attention, 007!" The completed doodle was put up weeks ago, Col.
ReplyDeleteI'm baffled how I could have missed that as I read this blog every day ! My apologies, Kid - I'll have to go back and look for it.
ReplyDeleteIt's bedtime with no supper for you, m'lad.
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