Pencil,

40x 25cms

Available For Sale.

I was at the airport. I was depressed and lonely. Across the room I see a girl whose beauty is breathtaking. She is drinking coffee and watching the flight times.

I am entranced. I quickly scrabble around in my flight luggage for anything to draw or paint her with. She doesn't move, or notice me as I scribble away in my battered notebook. I get to finish most of the sketch - I am working up the courage to speak to her. I am single and have been for a long time. The walk across the bad airport carpet looks enourmous between us. I quickly add finishing touches and then I look up, and she is gone.

D'oh. This used to happen a lot. I mean A LOT.