Everyone you meet knows something you don’t.

This is part III in an I don’t know how many part series of stop frames of the progress of my latest drawing. 
Scrolling back through this blog you should find some others, if you interested.

This one tells the story of my unpleasant fall from vegetarianism and the foolish choice of venue for my fall.

I am now back on the wagon.
And this wagon carries only edibles that have never had eyes. 

Yesterday my friend, Amy Waters, the artist, came to visit me in my studio.
Amy Waters is a ray of sunshine in what can sometimes be a gloomy life.
I once visited her house and she showed me her family photo albums.
In every single photo, every member of the Waters family was smiling.
On holiday-smiling!
At home-smiling!
Undergoing brain surgery-smiling!

There was not one sullen pout, not a grimace, not a ‘get that camera out of my face’ look.

There was just pure, beaming happiness on every page.

Being with the Waters could make the Dalai Lama feel like he was a miserable shit.
Everyone should be forced to spend a few hours with the Waters.

They’re a family of natural anti-depressants. 

'Well sometimes I go out, by myself, and I look for Amy Waters…'
Isn’t that what Amy Winehouse sang?