Today I have had a new experience, which is always welcome at my age. I sat as a life model for a group of artists.
The last time I had my image sketched was by a ten minute street artist in Beijing in 1996 (see image below). I am not sure my mother would have recognised me from this.
During the last session today with the artists I formed this Haiku in my head, and then shared it with them:
Will your measured marks
unmask the sitter’s face or
just lie on paper?
One of the artists, Stephen Curtis, later came back to me with some of his rough sketches of me, and his Haiku in reply:
Your Haiku still rests
as a disturbing challenge
to we who aspire.
And here is one of his aspirations, below:
