A series of rapid, 30 second sketches of people I drew as the train whizzed past their stations (I was on the train). The speech bubbles are courtesy of Weezer, which I was listening to on the iPod. I still think their first album is the best.
Drew this stuffed doll of Bert. Thought it was missing something. No idea what the other is, or why Bert’s wearing headphones…maybe he likes music. Maybe he’s from somewhere else.
I wasn’t terribly happy with the underlying scribble (drawn very quickly with a fountain pen), so I decided to vandalize it with a sharpie. I prefer the graffiti version.
I have no idea what their real names are but I know which one is probably the more relaxed.
Most people don’t notice, much less care about whether someone is drawing them or not. This young man wasn’t the happiest. At least, I don’t think he was happy. Hard to tell because I couldn’t see his eyes. Oh to be seventeen and angry with the world again. Not.
Too many late nights on the books, or maybe the PS3. I’d guess he was about fifteen the pose made him look a lot older. You see kids on the early trains and they’re full of life but not so much in the evenings. Still, if I had to carry a bag of books half my size, I might not be so perky either.
I continue to be amazed at the intensity with which people can concentrate. This lady’s elbow was practically resting on my sketchbook, yet she never once took her attention from her brochure – of stamp collecting paraphenalia. I had no idea there was so much equipment required for such a hobby. Next to golfers, stamp collectors must be the greatest consumers of accessories on the planet.