Sketches on the bus, train and tube in December III
Sketches of people, people I may never see again, the documentation is a lifetime exercise. The people are passing by, they leave their mark on my pad and my mind. In one of the sketches a woman is asleep, yet she smiles as if the tube is her beloved bed, in another I'm sketching myself, now, why do I look so intense? There's another lady, her hair covers half of her face with her hands on her head-is this a headache, pain or just a massage-the line captures them all in a direct manner not minding the fellow onlooking passengers who can't bear their shock at me sketching in such crowded circumstances. Lol! This is it! The passion lives on!
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