I’m an artist, and sometimes my hands have a life of their own. Sometimes the art just comes pumping through my fingers.

It seemed I’d been drawing all my life. I had this constant compulsion to take the world and put it down on paper, giving it my own spin.

I always had a pad with me when I was out and about. That was for those times when the urge overtook me. Usually it was when I saw something inspiring, like a street scene or a cloud formation against the skyline or when a beautiful woman struck me just so.

One of those occasions happened when I was down by the wharf. Boats and seascapes are fun to draw. It was a bright day, and I was sitting on a concrete embankment, overlooking a row of benches and the water beyond.

My charcoal stick was moving rapidly, black bits on the white... Leer Más