Finding a model was hard. The nearby beach offered multiple opportunities for bodies, but sketching in a crowd was too much of a side show. Getting a total stranger to pose nude in the front room was unthinkable and not even friends (who are usually willing to pose nude) want to model when they understand that it means sitting around for hours without moving. They were happy to do it at the beach but then we were back to square one. In the end, it was easier to draw myself.
The first portrait sketch was done in the bathroom with the help of two mirrors. The second one was also done in the bathroom with the same two mirrors and with me perched on top of the washing machine. My feet were killing me in the end.
