Popular Insite on Life in London
A Baby Portrait Commission Went Sideways Today When the Baby in Question Decided Sitting Still Was a Personal Insult – Forty-five minutes, one very determined toddler, and a finished portrait that looks nothing like the reference photos and somehow captures her perfectly anyway.
Our Church Book Club Spent the Entire Meeting Arguing About Whether the Novel’s Ending Was Actually Hopeful, and I Have Never Enjoyed a Disagreement More – Nine women, one genuinely divisive final chapter, and zero consensus reached by the time we finally had to call it a night.
I Finally Finished the Portrait of the Twins I Have Been Working On for Three Months, and Delivering It Today Made Me Cry in a Client’s Living Room – Three months of trying to capture two entirely different personalities in one shared canvas. Today it finally, properly worked.
I Am Rereading a Novel I First Read at Sixteen and Discovering I Understood Almost Nothing About It the First Time Through – Same words on the page. Completely different book, apparently, depending on how much life you’ve actually lived before reading it.
I Volunteered to Paint a Mural for Our Church’s New Nursery and Discovered I Have Genuinely No Idea How to Work at That Scale – Portraits are small and intimate. A twelve-foot wall is neither of those things, and I am learning that the hard way.