I know that the life and work of an artist might be regarded in some quarters as far from “normal”. It only struck me last night just how true that might be. I took part in the weekly figure-drawing class I attend at the Art School in Ilkley. Driving home afterwards it occurred to me that the experience of standing and conversing in Italian with a young woman who was wearing nothing at all might strike most people as distinctly odd. From my point of view it was all a part of the regular week’s work.