I planned to do my friend Martin 's portrait today, but the
newspaper called on me, article about computer illiterate elderly next week. And Martin is none of this, he is a fantastic clarinettist. This is how far I got, or to be honest I have more but can't show it, I always seem to have to go through numerous stages of disaster before I get to something decent, and I don't want to insult Martin. This is one of the first sketches. And now that I put it here I see that it completely rhymes with my self portrait. Guess I subconsciencely started out drawing myself. Boy, do I hate to show sketches, don't look at the thing in his mouth, it is going to be a clarinet next week, I promise. Would love to draw more musicians though, once saw a hobo player in white clothes, a bright red head every time she blew the hobo, hilarious image. Almost like this bloke.