Most of the stuff I do at life drawing turns out rubbish. I try not to mind. I usually just gesso over it and reuse the paper for next week’s quick sketches.
But when I set to work last night on this dodgy sketch, splodging and scraping, something lovely happened, so I started to draw into it, and the result is below, complete with annotations on how I may – or may not – have reached it. To be truthful, I can’t remember, and the glass(es) of wine didn’t help.