
(All the hippies that need to face reality) waiting on the R at Union street.
N train Showed me no mercy at all.
Malfunctioned.

N train Showed me no mercy at all.
Malfunctioned.
Griff playing the clown for a young French woman (and her boyfriend) who was giggling at him and popping bubbles with her gum.
Arab couple on the 4 to Atlantic.
Out of town couple who were with their teenage kids on the 4. One of the girls was questioning a local straphanger about the CUNY system which she was hoping to attend after examining a BMCC poster in the car.
With milady out to friends who took over our old place in BK heights, caught this guys snoozing for a bit, but he awoke after DeKalb and turned away, not sure if intentionally or by chance.
His slow stoop over from sitting
to slump spoke said a lot to me though I never heard a word or even saw much of his face.
Playing with new pens, a little fine point - brush mash up.
Lotsa curly hair to draw - Happy Hannukah to me!
Riding the 1 car down to the cowboy bar.
I wonder how many goth rodents needed to die to make her hood trim. The way it was pulled so tightly around her face she sorta looked like a drug induced Lewis Carrol creation.
Big puffy jackets abounded today. I relied more on the layers and the fat Champion hoodie.
Had to let the 1st train go at 53rd 5th ave station, said goodbye to these folks waiting for V as I boarded the E.
One stop to catch Brooklyn train at 7th ave.
Two Russian ladies talking. Thought her hat was gonna birth Mothra. It had sparklies on it too...
At 4pm B car already packed with platforms running deep, people fleeing the inclement yet
not disaster movie weather.
Things, as usual mellower on the R.
Spacin' Out. Looked relatively normal in all but he looked like had traveled somewhere else in his mind. Not sure if that was a momentary or permannet condition.
Blond Girl.
Kid and nanny waiting for the train at 7th ave.
There's lotsa fur appearing on the train these days. On the B it was hard to tell here where the hair ended and the fur began.
Waiting with umbrella for the 1 at Houston.
By the doors of the 1.
Got to Chambers and it looked like trouble, much thicker crowd than usual waiting for the 2 or 3. Got on extra crowded train and no one looked too peppy. This guy especially.
The headscarf folds kept shifting as she moved her head, frustrating my efforts to capture the essence of its flow and pattren.
I recognized this guy as a dad from my old neighborhood, but didn't really know him. Instead of making any overtures decided to draw him leaning over and talking to his daughter who ha disappeared in the tall grass of commuters on this slow moving 2. Woman with headscarf from last drawing reflected in the window. Woman next to me who jumped on at Borough Hall had some fast food that filled the car with a fry smell. Pretty sure they were those cajun waffle fries from Popeyes (YUMMMM!!!)
Got on the for one stop and it was bouncing round like bunnies, which caused my slightly deformed rendering of this young woman reading. Sorry.
Furry hats and collars, back with a vengance.
Folks milling around as we wait at Atlantic Ave for the clearup after a stalled train.
My man had the headphones blasting the oldies, classic soul and R & B. He was singing an unapologetic accompaniment, but while I think he was going for Barry White, it was coming out more half Tone Loc, half someone who has one of those synthetic voice boxes.
Woman waiting at Union Street.
These 2 guys were catching zees together one stop on the R. One wa waring a much bulkier jacket that this 60 something degree day called for, so I was thinking he was either working at night outside somewhere or maybe him and his buddy (i can only assume they were cause tey were bothe crashed out in a similar way) had been rocking it hard til the break of dawn. His buddy was wearing a cheap suit though with a distinctive mustard tie (kinda reminded me of what the brothel manager in Taxi Driver was wearing - ya know the guy who got his fingers shot off by DeNiro), so who knows what they were really doing.
The shape of this mass of unruly white and grey hair on the 2 was difficult to capture as every move sent it into another fleeting form.
Pen died. Luckily I found an old brown pastel in my bag and decided to bust out the fruity smelling orange marker for good measure.
An obnoxious slightly drunken poke at a somewhat confused young tourist couple on the 1.
Woman in UPS uniform waiting for her ride at Chambers street.
A guy in another brown outfit but with no corporate branding. I think he musta been an independent contractor.
3 Rolling into Grand Army Plaza.
Super Cool, Wholesome Knitting, and Hat with many shades of red.
Sleeping up against the door. Furry rimmed hood making a cameo on the right.
On the 1 my pen started getting chicken scratchy.
Finally died when I was drawing the woman on the left on the 2. She was getting a lot of attention from a dude soliciting donations with a clipboard.
All I had left in the pocket was an orange watercolor marker, it was orange scented, smelled pretty good.
Worked in some pencil afterwards.
One stop on the R.
Don't know why this woman at 7th ave was wearing all that gear, it was fuckin' 62. Igot sweat pits just drawing her.
Crowd on tehe B til Dekalb.
It cleared out for teh ride across teh bridge and everyone got comfortable.
Just reading a book, alhough I got the impression he may have actually been plotting evil schemes of world domination.
Dark shadow around the eyes many reddish highlights in hair, trickling down to orange jacket and red shirt.
In a not so crowded car this guy felt the need to stand right on top of me. I took revenge by staring right in his ear and drawing. Coulda been worse for him.
Moved to other car and then these two ladies felt the need to stand on top of me again, had to draw this girl between the obstruction they formed.
Jason Schwartzman-esque sans mole.
Musta been really interesting the way he sustained the eyebrow height.
Bag like vessel of indeterminate purpose hanging from girders in Houston street station. Light wash courtesy of Peter Luger steak sauce.
Woman with knit hat that reminded me of a birthday cake. She must have thought my attention creepy as she strolled away when we all crossed the platform at Chambers for the Brooklyn train.
Bottom of the stairs at Chambers.
Sorry lady, just how it happens some times. Don't think woman next to me approved.
Big dude in big hoodie on the 2.
Deep in her book on the F.
Dude with guitar taking opportunity to cooly make a call during the short elevated stint between Carrol and 7th Ave.
Quick and unflattering sketch from the short Union-Atlantic Av leg.
Got on the 3 at Atlantic and I spotted my co-worker George in my car. Giggled to myself as I drew him on the down low. Didn't feel like this really captured his essence though...
So even when he caught site of me I kept on going. This one is more signature George.
Liked the contrasting color schemes, silver against pink next to black and olivish/goldish.
Despite the red face, the slumped posture and the protruding gut, soemthing about this guy said badass. Maybe it was because of them fashioned into such a unique package. Liked his glasses too.
Quick sketch of girl between atlantic and union. China marker I picked up at KM was fun, although a little pressure got it reflecting all over.
Had to drop some stuff off at the studio after dropping off the boy, so grabbed F at Smith 9th which caused me a moment of confusion as I waited on the platform.
Her collar musta been made up of a whole family of rats, real or synthetic.
On the 1 and on the platform at chambers.
Girl in foreground with jansport backpack kept moving in and out at the worst of times, by the time i quit this composition she was to the right of the guy with the stache.
Dude on the left - a little on the greezy side.
7Av station.
Reading against the wall of dark coats.
I felt kinda bad for this guy as I kinda stole his spot by the door when i got in. He kinda stood there for a second, looked hurt and then moved over to the other side of the car and started playing with his phone.