…unless they’ve got porridge.
The title’s from an email from my PhD supervisor, when I informed him that I’d like to know if I was ‘anywhere near the right track or whether I’ve strayed off into the woods somewhere and am likely to get eaten by bears’. ‘Let’s avoid the bears’, he said. That’s what I’m doing here. Avoiding the bears. With wine, women and song. Well, pens, paper, and occasionally badly-wielded paintbrushes, at any rate.
My ultimate goal is someday to be able to draw hands without looking at my own for reference.