At it again just sitting watching the little pupil at work. His young apprentice meanwhile chuckling to himself drew out a caricature of the old master. Senile old philosopher, nodding off in mid profundity. Beside this he drew a boy sweet and innocent. Rub out and redraw the old man’s eyes awake and unprincipled, lusting. The boy, kindly if somewhat bemused, uncertain. Rub out and redraw more certain, confident grasp of the situation. But not serious, light hearted. Old man his toy father, grandfather rather. Degree of intimacy not clear. Draws another. Boy pleased to be young, valuable and naked on a rug strewn bed. Beside him feasting his eyes boney old philosopher time worn naked and wrapped in soft thick woollen blanket. Sun sets through the studio window casting the artist’s shadow across the pupil’s page. Seeing the moment finishing, quickly scribbles funny hats and other nonsense on them obscene and bizarre as he can be. Anything for a laugh. Funny little thing. Happy old man.