Friday 12 March 2010

102 - Cello on the tube.


On the tube last year, very late, going home. And sat near a bloke carrying his cello, a huge white case that threatened to topple over every time the train brakes lurched on.
The cello case gets centre stage here, it was brilliant. Undeniably present. A fat, solid ghost.
Like how the bloke is looking sideways at me, he knew I was sketching, but did he know he wasn't the subject ? Like his cowlick of hair as well. But the cello is the star.
Oh no, the word cello has gone weird in my head, no matter how I spell it, it doesn't look right.

Cello. Cello. Cello.

No. Lost it.

1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful way to pass the time on the train. Your sketches take me back to our trips to Britain. Many train rides, people watching.

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