Shy artist

I went down to visit my mum today. A journey on tube and train, with a delightful interchange at Reading station. It was lovely when I left, but by the time I got to Bedwyn it was grey and wet.

Mum has always been a bit of an artist and a few years ago she got into some of those iPad painting programs. One of her teachers wrote a book about iPad art and has featured some my mum's work in it. In fact she's used her as an example of an older person getting to grips with modern tech.

Here you see my mother trying to avoid the lens of fame. Is she shy? Embarrassed?

What, then?