Image: Alvin Arnegger
Maise was pretty fed up with the whole portrait thing. To make it worse her brother Peter was not making it easy by running around the studio every time the artist, Mr. Turnbull, looked at his canvas and not at them.
“It’s going to take an eternity,” thought Maise as her brother in his sailor suit was once again placed beside her.
Peter was a naughty boy who took every opportunity to make Mr. Turnbull’s job as hard as possible. He would wait for Mr. Turnbull to take up his sketch pad before pulling the most hideous of faces.
Father had tried every method of bribery he could think of, Peter’s favourite picture books, even a colouring book with brand new crayons had been tried but they all ended up on the floor. Later when looking at the final portrait Maise was amazed that only yesterday the artist had managed to get a Peter face that looked half decent.
The last straw was when lining Peter up for the final sketch. The artist captured the two children seconds before he headed butted his sister.