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.
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.
This chap was pretty irresistible. Sound asleep, for a start, so there was no irritating fidgeting to work around. And then that hood: all mottled fake fur, inviting me to try out a few of the pattern options in Brushes.
Then people piled onto the train and got between us, which was very annoying of them.