"Are you an artist?" He looked at me, straight in the face.
"No," I said. I was surprised at how fast that answer came out.
But when I took the chalk in my hand and started drawing a vine, I realised with a mild surprise that my lines are confident, I have a notion of filling in space only as much as is necessary. I’m not an artist, but I have a close relationship with my pens and pencils.
I’m only five years late in reading stuff chez Steph. Better late than never though. I thought I’d share it with you.