I will have to resort to a description from memory. It was a textured background dripped with alcohol inks. Pinks with a hint of peach and a simple charcoal outline of a face - hairless and wearing what looked like a swimming cap.
Ten minutes later and Lola was looking at me. She's tapping her shoe to a flamenco rhythm. She wants to dance, buy first she's going to finish this glass of Sangria and attract the attention of Raoul...
I love to do quick sketches, to watch a face appear and smirk at me ready to tell their tale. I had quite a painty evening - you know it's been good when you discover green and purple stains up your arms and in your fingernails. I'm such a messy girl!
Today is pretty special if you're a Brit and hold even the slightest regard for sport. For the first time in 74 years a Brit will compete in the men's final at Wimbledon. No pressure Andy...