In artist families a sketch war can break out without warning, at any time. Here (above), on a normal day, on a normal morning, my wife puts outs out breakfast cereal for my daughter and me, and I, as I often do, pick up my sketchbook to record it.
Little did I know that this day would be different because my daughter...who hates to be drawn...has decided to take a stand and fight back.
She eats her food in the most gross way possible, no doubt hoping that'll deter me from drawing her.
She peels off the crusts from her bread (something every parent hates to see for some reason), nibbles her bread into patterns, and taps out a song on her cereal bowl.
All this drives my wife nuts and she makes small talk to cover up her anxiety. She's dying to say "YOUNG LADY! That's NOT the way we eat a meal at the breakfast table!!!!," but she restrains herself because I'm nudging her under the table, begging her to let my daughter go, so I can draw it.
My kid takes full advantage, knowing how uncomfortable we are are. She rolls her bread into a baseball and crams it into her mouth. She masticates it, gorilla-style. My wife is appalled.
Finally my kid ends it all by putting up a wall of breakfast cereal around herself. Well, that's it. You can't draw what you can't see.
