A Son's Eye View
My younger son, En-Uk, forced me to sit as his model for 10 or 15 minutes so that he could sketch my head and neck, which is somewhat impressive, I guess, but also makes me look a little bit decapitated.
He didn't intend that, of course. I think. Believe. Hope . . .
He also didn't intend for me to have a 'double' chin, to which he called my attention, apologizing for the mistake, so I told him not to worry since he drew me better-looking than I actually am, though that's not setting the bar very high.
I learned something, too. I don't like sitting still as an artist's model for even as little as 5 minutes.