Imagine if you will the clichéd image of the sullen man being pursued by his own private storm cloud.
We met Paddy at a friend's house. He had just come from his daughter's 7th Birthday party and announced that all he could think of was seven-year-old girl's party stuff, as if it weren't what he would want to do given the choice.
Five minutes later (he hadn't moved since he told us about the party), we saw that he had been standing underneath a pink balloon all the time, just as if he was being haunted by an all-consuming and inescapable girl's party vibe.
No camera, and so - drawing.
I had a wide on.
This is a crop.