The hands have it today.
A week of making up poses and narratives has sent me scurrying in search of those masters of narrative posing to be found in the 17th and 18th century rooms of the National Gallery.
It makes me furtive.
People peering over my shoulder and constantly expecting someone to tell me off.
I want to make colour notes, so I have to use a painting app on the phone when the easiest solution by far would be a quick snap through Adobe Ideas. Forget it. I’m already under one warning.