I have a really nasal voice but somehow, you could tell that by looking at me couldn’t you?
Vacant, yet oddly attentive, this man never spotted me drawing him. I was sitting directly opposite, less than an arm’s length away and was the only other person in the carriage, barring his wife. She was another matter. Didn’t take her eyes off me. She wasn’t exactly hostile but definitely wasn’t trusting me too much either. They seemed like a nice couple. Struck me as out-of-towners on a trip.
This drawing is almost bordering on caricature. The man steadied himself with a cane and so wasn’t terribly mobile. I thought he would present the perfect subject; interesting and not terribly active, so plenty of time to study and capture the detail of the facial features and so on. Almost as soon as I started sketching, my pen leaked all over my hands. Sometimes these things are meant to happen. Rather than stop, I just used the ink on my fingers to smear in the background and to denote a little texture on the suit.