Unlike the drawing below (which I’m rather pleased with) this bears absolutely no resemblance to Flo. She will not take seriously my pleas to stay still just a little while. So while I drew this her head bobbed left and right and up and down. Her hair was scraped back, tied up, let down and twiddled by her fingers. She smiled, she frowned, she laughed. Me? I tried not to cry at yet another disastrous sketch.
Pencil in sketchbook