2 profiles.

Another bloke's profile. Many questing lines.

This gets me thinking about where to take my sketching next. It points in a looser, more fluid direction.

Where as this one...

...implies more speed and a sort of brutalism, just chop it out, gouge it out of the paper. 

The pen as blade.

The pen as pick-axe.

The line as scar.

The start of something beautiful

Haven't been by for ages, but work load easing off now, so swinging by.

Was on the tube a while back, and this guy got into a conversation with a girl who had sat opposite, and there seemed to be an attraction, and I wondered if this was the start of the great love of their lives.

I would like to think so.

Can you feel the chemistry ?

Commuter and itch.

I have spent the afternoon, ( well a chunk of it ) replacing suspended ceiling tiles, that had fibre glass in them, and was sweaty and dirty, and am now itchy and scratchy, ( not the sadistic animated Simpson characters.... - although they should try ceiling tiles as a form of torture ) running the whole gamut today. The glamour of it all.

Urgh.

So a quick post as I have a few minutes. Sketched this commuter on the tube a while back, like the legs, always good when you get the legs right.

Ah, happy days, when I wasn't so damn ITCHY !!!

Going home to shower now.

Girl

I like your hair.
So neat and simple.
And I had to sketch you.

I hope you don't mind.

So neat, ordered.

Your hair.

( Channeling William Carlos Williams today we are )

The art of recording art.

I should be detailing up doors, but am taking a bit of time out to post.

Was in Tate Britain just before this job started, to see the watercolour exhibition. And sketched this guy who had been photographing sculpture, and now sat to check his camera.

Thus this is a sketch of someone looking at photographs of art. 

Somewhere in there the Universe folds in on itself, and those fluorescent marker pens come into their own.

Incidentally, last week someone told me a story about how their dog ate a highlighter pen whilst they were out, and when they got back it stood, wagging it's tail and greeting them with bright glowing teeth.

That makes me smile even now.

Copper band

Sat opposite two London transport policemen, so had to sketch.

The one I sketched was unaware, ( so much for eagle eyed keeness ) but his mate clocked what I was doing.

And then I remembered that new law about being an offence to record the image of police officers when they are working.

Was I about to be arrested ? My sketch book impounded as evidence, bagged and labeled exhibit A my Lud.

No... just dull, brilliant life as always... they just carried on discussing their work shifts, and who was on after them, and what Tom had done with the work rotas.

So I sketched more.

He leant forward and started turning his cap around and around in his hands as he spoke, like checkered worry beads.

It deserved a sketch of it's own.

Excellent

Nipped home for the weekend, to check for unpaid bills, water leaks, dead plants, etc...

Instead a nice little package awaited me.

A sketch book from my mate Tiff, over in Ohio.

Thanks Tiff. It is brilliant. Look...

The cover is an old cut down 45 record. And it says LONDON. How neat is that ?

Can't wait to start filling it.

Thanks Tiff. Love it.