I wish I could say that I have always drawn - carried a sketch book with me everywhere I go, counted charcoal amongst my daily essentials... I can picture that kid though. He was skinny and a bit dishevelled, he used to sit at the back of the bus with the contents of his bag spilled out on the seat beside him. He sketched what he saw: scenes out the window, the structure of the interior of the bus, me. He took no notice of anyone except as shapes and mostly no one took any notice of him. I was so envious of his ability to conduct his daily practice with such grace amongst the chaos of a school bus.
I do try to practice my drawing every day but I still haven't managed the grace part. The contents of my bag have changed over the years from lunch box and text books, to soothers and nappies and crackers, sunglasses, wallet, phone ... and now sketchbook.
In the moments in-between the commitments of crazy contemporary life it is so much easier to take out your phone and read a facebook feed than it is to co-ordinate a drawing session... but the drawing is always so much more rewarding.
These are some offerings from my daily drawing sessions in the year I first started carrying a sketchbook at all times.