Went to a great drawing session the other day in an amazing studio. The smell of oil and turpentine, dusty wooden floor and objet d'art littered among a chaotic, bohemian house. It's good to know such people and places still exist, and on my own doorstep too.

But what goes around comes around and my mind must be back in my earlier days as without thinking I gave this quick sketch dreadlocks - something I've not done for years. Pity I've lost most of my hair as I might even have thought about growing them :)