In the top right hand corner of one of my recently posted market sketches are the words, “What he doing?” As one follower correctly assumed, these were the words of a passer-by.
I’m a collector of phrases uttered by those who look over my shoulder as I work. In my formative days an onlooker once asked, “Are you a professional”. When I modestly answered no, the response was, “I thought not”.
A couple of young lads watched as I worked as I painted the sketch shown below. Curiosity finally got the better of them and one of them asked, “Are you practising to be a painter mister?”
I suppose in truth I am – and always will be. Like Renoir, I’ll probably say on my death bed, “What a pity, I’m just getting the hang of it.”
After the Burnett battle of the market place, (See http://newsfromnowhere1948.blogspot.com/) I award today’s sketch to my brother. He may just recognise it as a view to the south over Elland, a
West Yorkshire town of which he has many memories.