When we were in England, we went to a Point to Point Race. Sometimes the object I am drawing changes my story. One time I was drawing a little berry plant. I had drawn the leaves and glanced up to look at and draw the berry. It was gone! My three year old daughter had walked by, picked the berry, ate it and walked on. In this instance, I was drawing the horse and rider. I looked up to see what my next drawing stroke was going to be and saw the horse falling. With eye to hand coordination I kept drawing. The story had changed.
