I was hopeless at maths. My Dad spent hours trying to teach me and used every method possible, plus a special game devised by our local bobby (policeman) which had much success - but not with me.
At 14 I could not (and still cannot) do long division or multiplication and even simple addition often foxes me.
Of course I was labelled stupid.
I contented myself with the idea that I was pretty good at all the other subjects (though a bit lumbersome at PE!)
Then, when I was 63, I read about dyscalculia and realised what had been wrong all along.
This was the last portrait I did before my eyes went wonky and stopped me doing any artwork at all.
The framing was the sitter's choice.
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