I can’t draw.

Or, at least, that’s what I always thought.

Over the past few years, though, I’ve been having a go. Turns out, I was misled, not only by parents and teachers but also by myself. I have still a long way to go, perhaps, but these early experiments in sketching have opened up a whole new area of interest.

Here are some artificial plants from our windowsill. Real flowers are all very well, except for the real gnats that they always seem to attract. Fake gnats are much less of a nuisance.

I drew our ficus tree (yes, it’s another fake) last week, while we were getting ready to go out to the shops.