Only two people in the studio this afternoon: Ramona and Tippy. A group of two didn't seize me up too badly. After brief introductions I sat down to sketch and Ramona was an obvious target.
She asked if I minded her looking over my shoulder while I painted. Not at all, come on over. Had a bit of show and tell on the Pentel Pocket Brush Pen and Niji Waterbrush.
She commented on how fast I had drawn this. Told her I go straight to ink without a pencil sketch.
She asked, "What do you do if you draw a line in the wrong place with ink? Do you fix it the next time around?"
I replied, "There is no next time. The first time is the final time. I just deal with it."
She gasped just a little and her eyes grew wide.
Uh oh. Wrong answer. Dang.
Somehow I have managed an artistic faux pas in under an hour. DANG!
There it was, the Uh-Oh moment I had been dreading, when I suddenly realize I said something I shouldn't oughta. As with similar Uh-Oh moments in my life, I don't understand *why* what I said was wrong.
I remember now why I don't often leave my house to be around other people.