I’m getting worse and worse at doing the writing part of these. It’s time: there never is any. Ah well. Here are two faces. The first one is a bit of a mess, but I was pretty chuffed with the second one. Make up your own stories.
Correct – I am not dead after all. Just ridiculously busy. But the desire to have another go at these became overwhelming last night, so here’s the pinched-faced lady who sat opposite me (and sternly told her unruly offspring over the phone, ‘Don’t be rude to me’), and the man who sat next to her – but not steadily enough for me to really get enough of him done. I want to do these more regularly again, but who knows? I’ll leave you on your tenterhooks.
I drew this chap on the train the other day, and then forgot all about him. A great face: pocked and craggy and lined and folded. If someone made a movie of his life they’d probably cast Tommy Lee Jones in the lead.
I’m not sure I’ve done two views of the same person before (not time, usually). It’s a good exercise. He was watching something on his phone: a technological development that makes the sketcher’s life easier – so many people are sitting very still staring at things on trains these days.
Three women here from the past couple of days. The top one I sketched this morning, spying through through a thicket of arms and bodies between us as we rattled from Waterloo to Tottenham Court Road.
She had a thoughtful expression, looking up at the swaying passengers standing between us as if playing that game where you tell yourself stories about your companions on the train.
The other two, on both of whom I’ve forced what look like enormous hooters (in the British sense, you understand), were on the overground train home last night – heads bent by the day, like the penitent at the pew.
The simplicity of these is wonderful – I’m often struggling for something similar myself. They remind me a little of Gahan Wilson’s cartoons, but are very much their own: funny, sharply observed and enviably loose. Wonderful.
(Hope you don’t mind me stealing one, Jason.)
Hello again – and happy new year. Sitting on the train yesterday, I had a restless sort of feeling. I didn’t want to read, couldn’t concentrate on work – what was bugging me? I realised what it was after a few minutes: I wanted to do one of these again.
I started drawing the chap above, and did it so badly that I deleted the whole thing with a furtive look around to make sure no one had seen. (I don’t mind being spotted peering at strangers, but how awful to be seen doing a crap drawing.) I’m not sure the new sketch is a masterpiece, but it’s much better, trust me.
The woman was better still, or at least I think so. As is often the way, she was done in the frantic two minutes before we pulled into the station. Going fast, and worrying less about details, frequently seems to help these sketches.
Anyway, that’s 2014 off and running. I’ll try to keep these up a bit more regularly – it’s the only way they get any better.
Three recent Brushes, following another hiatus. Quality definitely dips with lack of practice: I’ve done much better than these. And that poor chap with the beard: he looked quite cheerful in real life. Sorry sir.
Another hiatus, another little flurry of drawings.
I recently opened an office in Soho Square, which means suddenly I’m a commuter again.
You’d think this would bring a deluge of Brushes, but so far the workload hasn’t allowed it – most of my train journeys are spent with my laptop open. But I had a little burst of Brushing the other day – here are the results.
The guy in the yellow hat was on my train home, the other two were lightning sketches on the Tube.
Wish I had the energy for a caption. Here are today’s brushes. Actually a lovely escape from a very stressful day.