Thinking Deeply (about nothing)

Pondering, pondering, pondering. Wonder what’s for dinner? Anything on telly? What to do at the weekend? What’s that guy scribbling and looking at me? What will I do? I know: stare him down, through my bug-eyed sunnies.

Bucket Hat

Saw this old sort hanging around outside a newsagent. The shop wasn’t open and he waited around for about 20 minutes, not doing very much other than blinking, looking around and staring at me. Then he wandered off. What a story. I bet you can’t wait for the next installment.

Walcha’s Got Everything (pen and ink wash)

I drew this at the Gunnedah markets, in the same session as the Apple Eater lady. In this instance, the subject was a stall owner who was chatting to a companion. They were lamenting the sorry state of affairs in the locality, whereby the neighbouring town of Walcha allegedly receives every benefit imaginable to mankind while their locality does it hard. I can’t comment other than to say that either is a nice place to visit. Had a flying saucer landed in the middle of the markets, her response would have been, “a bigger one landed in Walcha last week.” Behind it all, she was having the time of her life, though.

In this sketch, I did my best to capture her weathered, somewhat resigned and slightly laconic disposition.

Cool sounds

World’s biggest sunnies. People often wear them on the train while they sleep. Reminds me of Homer Simpson’s ‘awake’ glasses, although I don’t know why.

Alcatraz

Emo-looking young lady reading about Alcatraz on the Northeren Line. I didn’t think anyone would be interested in something so old these days but then, I suppose that’s history for you.