The sun is out, so we all decided to stand around on the platform instead of boarding the train. It was late, very late, so no choice!
As there was a delay, we all look at our phones for something to do… or dig out the sketchbook in my case. I was drawn to this guy because of his great big shoulder bag which reminded me of my old school satchel all those years ago. Worn brown leather against the dark blue of his suit. Rather incongruous really, not that you can tell in a pencil drawing.
Hey up! The train is coming…
To me, it seems like I’ve cut and pasted this guy onto a previous drawing, but stuck him on at a funny angle. I didn’t – he really was leaning right over like that.
I liked the juxtaposition between his intensity, and the dreaminess of the person behind.
The epitome of concentration.
4 down, 8 letters, beginning with F.
Me and this guy have just got to meet again. I didn’t get to draw his eyes right. Tomorrow? Same place?
Why do I feel sorry for this guy? Something very melancholy about him.
Perhaps the inevitable truth has just dawned on him – he is going to appear in my blog!
I felt like I was drawing the Michelin Man when I was working on this sketch. It seemed like the man was quite puffed up even without the help of his puffa jacket as he squeezed into the seat.
As we all settle down to watch the early evening screening of “Laugh, Cry, Love…” on the 18.40 from London Charing Cross…
I think it was an advertisement for a book actually, but it had us spellbound!