Just another funny subway customer spotted on my travels…
“The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.”
You know you’re running on empty when your black pen runs out of ink and you think it’s a tragedy!!!
“Without a struggle, there can be no progress.”
My quick sketch of a sleepy construction worker on the subway.
I so coveted his glasses…so I drew them!
My scanner has died. Fortunately, I have other means at hand to bring you this week’s sketches…
I was away from home these past two weeks playing with the New York City Ballet up in Saratoga, NY. With 3 rehearsals and seven shows per week, there was not a whole lot of time for sketching or cartooning. Being in a hotel and having maid service and the chance to watch late night TV in bed was a nice perk, though. In addition to lots of Food Network shows, my husband and I watched quite a few episodes of Forensic Files. The latter got me thinking about what it takes to be a forensic artist, and if it is something I would ever be interested in doing (or could do.) After digging a little online, I was surprised to learn that there are only about 30 full-time forensic artists working in the US. The field is obviously tiny and highly specialized. According to this article, becoming a forensic artist is usually somewhat of a round-about process which almost always involves working for law enforcement in a different capacity. I was also intrigued to …
Two birds of a feather,
On a bench together.
Looked a bit more grubby,
Than happy lovey-dovey.
Life is well and good,
In the Brooklyn hood.
If you’re in any doubt,
Beards are in, hair is out.