Had gone with Ma to this event at Weavers Studio on Saturday night, was helping out with welcoming the Press, etc etc etc. They're bringing back the Indigo dye, by organising an exhibition called 'Neel'. Anyway, I'm not going to bore you with all that, but just cut to the main part of the story. There was this French fellow who had come, and was sketching everything. After a while he went and sat outside, under a tree, and started sketching random people. I was getting bored inside, and went out for a minute, to get some fresh air. The fellow started sketching me! I wasn't aware of it, I wasn't even looking at him, but my sister called me inside and told me. I was a little freaked out, so I struck up a conversation with him, asked him whether he was an artist or not. He replied, "Beeg artisth!" (Presumably meaning "Big artist!") It was at that very moment that I caught a glimpse of his drawing of me. It looked a bit like this: (I labelled the parts I found rather insulting...)
Maybe he was being sarcastic when he said he was a 'beeg artisth'?
Note: My drawing isn't good (I'm not very artistic), but consider that mine is a Van Gogh masterpiece compared to his!!