Stella and I set up shop on a sunny Saturday afternoon next to Glebe Markets. Stephen sat nearby and did the crossword. Chris dropped by on his bike. Passersby were curious and friendly. A couple of police gave us the once over, but wouldn't be cajoled into sitting for us - they were on duty.
Having been studying his face for a couple of months, I suddenly felt stumped having to put all my observations down in words. I needed a day to do it, not five minutes.
Skye was travelling with Yancy.
She said that she was going to give her portrait to her boyfriend as a present. This put the pressure on me.
A group of friends who said that they would read out their portrait at their weekly poetry night.
I have been observing Chris's blue eyes for years, and finally got together a few inadequate words to describe them.
LET A PUBLISHED NOVELIST PAINT YOUR PORTRAIT IN WORDS
