A lightning sketch of the woman reading the Metro opposite me yesterday.
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.
Back up to date. I did this one today, on the Tube. The colour scheme was obvious. This chap really was all in shades of grey. Pale skin, salt-and-pepper stubble and hair, grey clothes. It was like someone printed him out cheaply. Poor chap.
Here’s another forgotten sketch. I seem to remember this was on a train from London back to Surrey.
Oh dear. I’ve been neglecting this blog again. I keep doing little sketches and then completely forgetting about them. Like this chap. Where? When? Can’t remember. Sorry.