Hair Text

To celebrate the birthday of texting.

HPPY BRTHDY 2 U LOL

Train text

Have loaded this one elsewhere, he is on my web site, albeit tucked away as a secret little treat for those curious, or foolish enough to get click happy.

Like the sleeves on his coat.

He was another fellow train passenger, I was standing up and looking down the carriage, and he was in my sight line.

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Now I know why I sketch. Too fill the insistent mouth of this blog. Committed to it now. In for the long haul.

And it is changing who I sketch. I look for the person I can say something about. The person who appears to have a narrative going on. Or rather, someone whose narrative is showing, like underwear.

Hence this woman, who was texting so furiously yesterday. Dub Dub Dub, her thumbs hammered on her phone. If the person she was messaging was in front of her she would have been pointing her finger at them, for emphasis. Jabbing it in their arm.