Sometimes life drawing is like bibimbap

Life drawing last night, in the creaky old attic room of the ramshackle cottage down a narrow passageway in Brighton’s North Laine area. I headed into town deliberately early, so that I could grab some dinner. I walked past chip shops, deep-fried food shops, the veggieburger shop, and didn’t fancy any of it. I endedContinue reading “Sometimes life drawing is like bibimbap”