I like to try out different techniques for sketching. At college I had a friend, who went on to take a degree, in a wheelchair from a bad accident- I used to push her back home from College, uphill on Sheffield's seven hills. I think she was often in pain, but she was full of life, always aware of people's passions, sometimes guessing at them- very verbal, far more so than we, who beware of appearing too noisy, too quiet, too brash, too bland-- when what we should be is 'just' ourselves. That was which made my community (East European) so much more interesting, here we try to hard to follow some sort of model set in the time of Queen Victoria- With our people, eccentricity was part of normal life, not considered a mentally unsteady person- hence we had so much more laughter and life in the community and a row or two- down to passionate love in old age--unseemly in Anglo-Saxon society.. and I am not talking of lack of morals either-