Offspring

Ellen Reading

Pencil on Paper in my Sketchbook 9"x12"

Ellen, my youngest, sat quietly reading a book* that she is reviewing. I was aware that she was aware of me drawing and, accordingly, she sat far more still than she would have otherwise. Normally, she is on the move, an adult version of the child. Even in the womb she was a squirmy, bouncy bundle of energy. None of that showed during the evening drawing session.

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*Above the Pavement - The Farm! Architecture and Agriculture at PF1
by Amale Andraos & Dan Wood (Princeton Architectural Press, 2010)
.....Now do you understand why I didn't include the title on the book cover in my drawing?

Selective Memory

Self Portrait from Memory

2B Pencil and Blending Stick in Sketchbook

About 8" x 10"

On one of my commutes last week, when there was no one in close vicinity for me to draw, I decided to draw myself from memory. This is a pretty good likeness but when I got home and checked in the mirror to compare my drawing with my reflection, it appeared to me that my memory is a bit selective. For example, I didn't draw wrinkles or sags. Maybe, I was simply remembering how I looked 10 years back.

More Training

2B Pencil amd Blending Stick in Sketchbook

About 5" x 7"

This commuter was so completely focused on reading her book that she did not notice me drawing directly in front of her. I became bolder and was blatantly staring as I drew. She did not look up once in our twenty minute train trip. Worked for me.

Train-ing My Hand

Friday Commuter

Pencil in My Sketchbook 5.5" x 8.5"

Because I was feeling the strain of my busy life recently, I decided to get back on board with my surreptitious commuter-train sketches. Drawing provides me with the daily perk I need. This fellow above seemed suspicious of my actions but he said nothing.

One sweet young thing gave me permission to draw her, and in return, I gave her the completed work. She seemed delighted so I signed the work and gave her my blog address. She repeated my name out loud and showed nearby passengers the drawing. It was my stop and as I scurried from the train, I could hear a minor stir amongst the folks. It made me smile all the way home.

Standing offer - if you recognize yourself in one of my train sketches, you can have the drawing.