Talking & Muttering to No One
If I’m not carrying a camera I will have my sketchbook with me, stopping whenever I see something to draw. In this case a dishevelled man sitting alone on a wall with a large suitcase. He was animated, often talking to himself and his imaginary friend, never engaging with passers-by. He was in a world of his own, occasionally puffing on a roly and oblivious to all. I picked a spot on the opposite side of the street and started drawing.
