A courtroom sketch is an artistic depiction of the proceedings in a court of law. Many court cases in North America and the UK do not allow cameras into the courtroom, especially those where the case is high-profile and the presence of the media presents a distraction for the court. However, a sketchartist is typically permitted to be present during even the most sensational proceedings, although they may not be permitted to actually sketch proceedings while in court. In the UK, courtroom artists are allowed to take notes, and must produce their sketches having left the courtroom.
Courtroom artists can quickly capture a moment on paper and then sell their work to media outlets who would otherwise be denied a visual record of the trial.
Courtroom sketches are traditionally drawn on brown paper. Pastels are typically used, but artists also use pencils, charcoal or other materials suitable for sketching.
It is specifically prohibited in the courts of Hong Kong
The me that’s here now has been brought up without any brothers or sisters. If I did have brothers or sisters I wouldn’t be the me I am. So it’s unnatural for the me that’s here before you to think about what it’d be like to have brothers or sisters.”
"There are some things in this world that can be done over, and some that can’t. And time passing is one thing that can’t be redone. Come this far, and you can’t go back."
"After a certain length of time has passed, things harden up. Like cement hardening in a bucket. And we can’t go back anymore. What you want to say is that the cement that makes you up has hardened, so the you you are now can’t be anyone else.
”—Haruki Murakami, excerpts from South of the Border, West of the Sun
“I think we fall in love with places for the same reason we fall in love with people & our reasons are irrational & passionate & hard to explain & sometimes when we fall in love with a place it becomes a part of us forever.”—Laurie Anderson, excerpt from Art21: Art in the Twenty-First Century
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”—
“We shall soon part… And even if we are occupied with most important things, if we attain to honour or fall into great misfortune - still let us remember how good it was once here, when we were all together, united by a good and kind feeling which made us better perhaps than we are.”—