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.
I’ve been drawing a fair bit recently, but my ridiculous current workload has kept me from posting. So here’s a crowd of recent strangers.
After a spell of focusing on just the broader brush approach, I went back to the line, which felt like a refreshing change. I think (hope) there’s something interesting to be done by combining the two. Just wish I had long enough with each sitter to do it.
This was a real quickie, on the Tube, peering down at the poor unsuspecting girl on the seat in front of me.
I must say, I’m getting more and more keen on these quick, literally broad-brush portraits.
This fellow is a stranger in the sense that I’ve never met him, but he’s unique among my Brushes in that I know his name. And, thanks to his public career and autobiographies, quite a bit about his life and work.
I hope that doesn’t mean this portrait counts as stalking, because I’m a big fan. (That makes it worse, doesn’t it?) So when our paths crossed by chance today, the opportunity was too good to pass up.
Annoyingly, I’m forced to confess that it’s not my best work. (What has happened to his left eye?) But I’m hoping he’s recognisable to at least a few of you.
Back to complete strangers next, no doubt.