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!
Very upright! Straight as a ramrod.
Brigadier Rupert Smythe-Johnson listens to a military tattoo on his iPod before going for drill on the parade ground.
Either that, or an accountant catching up on a podcast of last night’s episode of The Archers.
Just quietly reading, minding his own business…
This lady had such a wonderful charisma about her, I just had to pull out the sketchbook and draw her.
I came across her on the underground, so it had to be fast drawing as I only had a few minutes. Hopefully I managed to capture her OK though in the limited time.
I think this guy is trying too hard to be asleep. He’s faking it to be sure. Pretending, so that I can have the confidence of drawing him without being found out..
Good eyebrows though. I’ll have to see if I can grow mine like that!
Back to snooze control for this drawing.
I envy him sleeping today. Perhaps I can do the sleeping, and he can draw me. I’ll have to suggest it!
I think the Indian ink pen was a mistake.
Never mind – warts and all!