The mirror is actually old and streaky, well, mebbe not that streaky. It took oodles of concentration, more than usual. I'm not sure is that because it was from life or just because Pauls side of the room is a bit busy. I can see bits I've drawn wrong, but I'm happy with the experience.
I was full of trepidation about the tray on stool set up on a light carpet, so I hauled up an old mat and tried to keep nice and calm and not send everything crashing down. I'm a very messy painter at the best of times.
I feel this is a bit of a step, which is why I'm documenting it, but the room looks bloody messy.
