Tinkle tinkle, ah those (plastic) ivories! So my poor husband – misrepresented in these digital pages, he would have you believe, as being addicted to the iPad – is as ever my muse, my subject and my last resort model. Tonight he’s been on the keyboard practising away for songs to be sung tomorrow in church. He invited me to sketch him thus; I think there were motives at work. And here he is trying to read the music off the screen to his left as he plays.*
Pencil on paper
*To keep the record true and accurate I must add that prior to this musical interlude he was indeed iPadding – Conquistador is his new activity: killing angry birds presumably being small fry for a would-be-world-dictator.