Laser Eyes (Friday, 3-13-09)

A quick vignette from the R train the day before and the man with the Ruby glasses on the 2.

Another page I had previously smeared with wet yellow crayon.The layer of crayon was gooey and mad for some smeary fun with the thick black pen.

Some Very Dry Markers (Tuesday, 2-17-09)

Trying to catch the spreading of the paper in a quick sketch between Union and Atlantic-Pacific. I could never handle paper reading on the train, especially the NYTimes. I found that I need like 8 feet of space around me in order to flip pages without smacking someone or turning my paper into a giant spitball.

Luckily caught this guy in a contemplative pose, which he quickly dropped out of to the general stare off into space default subway pose.

Was watching her for a bit but by the time I got to drawing her she bounced. Luckily i had my grape scented marker waiting for me when I got to my desk.

Very Red-faced in the morning.

The way her hat is cropped and with the big dark glassses, she ended up looking like an antiquefuturistic aviator. Her hat actually got more foofy out of frame to the left.

Friday, 2-13-09

Drawing in thick marker from the last leg on the M from the night before. Filled in the rest of the page with morning folks. Guy in the back was joking loudly with friends. A little too much for the early morning.

Row of women lining one of the benches on the 2.

D.A.R.E. Shirts and Brown Hats (Wednesday, 2-11-09)

Not sure if this teenager's D.A.R.E. shirt is meant to be ironic or not. Wonder if lollipop stick in mouth was an indicator.

The precariously worn hat started to look very sculptural.

Fleeting folks on the 2.

Wednesday, 2-11-09

She had some strange hook like things tied into her hair in a line starting at her temple around her head. Coulnd't discern if it was hair twisted up into that shape or little plastic pieces. Her large thick earrings acted as a good distraction from them nonetheless.

Scribbly mess is curly haired woman in the foreground. Another case of that pesky moleskine spine getting in my way.

What the F#@K You Lookin At? (Way home Wednesday, 2

During the minutes I was drawing this I was the brunt of a little bitta subway stare.

Teenage girl with the glasses poking out from underneath her well combed hair.

Big browed bruiser of a man on the R, the type they'd cast as hoods in early 80s cop shows, like Hunter or Matt Houston.