The woman on the left had big owl like eyes, and every once in a while would scan the car, stopping me in my tracks as if I were a field mouse.
4 women on the 2. Problem with these wide drawings is blogger shrinks 'em down - so click through to see in their full glory!
4 women on the 3 train.
Continuation from the Orange scarf.
Under the big hat reading the paper on the 1.
Prince charming he was not, but was rocking the hair and strong brow.
Catching wideness with my new landscape canvas at Chambers street. Twas' a real bit of a wait, something must have been up with service.
So 2 Train was pretty mosh pit when I got on. There was some pushing and shoving accompanied by some groans. But this woman was taking it in stride wearing a "nothing is phasing me" expression.
Turning it 90 degrees. It gets a little awkward and somewhat unweildly but managed to catch some ceiling which I never do (its a bit of a yawner.)
More skyscaper
So was waiting way too long for a the R/M at Atlantic-Pacific, at least in rush-hour time. This whole commute was kind of a drag, hope this new style of book isn't a jinx.
3 train rolling into Grand Army Plaza.
Woman in puffy white jacket next to guy making a bold fashion statement in his Wine colored coat and burgundy and orange striped hat with the dangling pom pom. He gave me a look or two which made my Douchebag sense tingle just a bit.
The green seemed teh only important color in the scene, looking past the reading woman out the back to the next 3 car. The rest seemed incidental.
I think the the elderly woman on the left was a repeat customer. I was intrigued by the way the guy on the right's chin seemed to be swimming in the niddle of his face.
The jacket on the right which I caught a piece of was a bubble but was made of some ridiculously shiny material which seemed lighter and less rigid than your standard bubble. It was like she had caught the three train from 10 years in the future.
Finishing up some dry ass markers on the 3.
This woman was very skillfully manipulating her fully spread NY Times while still managing to hold onto the glove and Gap bag on the 1.
Guys on the 1 having an animated conversation - well actually the guy on the right was doing most of the conversating. Finger was making a point, not meant to threaten.
I kinda expected the guy on the left to jump up and yell "Zoinks!" and then run off the car.
She actually reminded me of a roughened up version of Eartha Kitt (RIP).
Atlantic-Union on the R.
Started with sleeping dude with straight black hair seemingly pouring out from his baseball hat. Then lady with baby snuck in. Baby got a raw deal as her face fell on the spine.
She was generally intent on her reading but every once in a while her eyes widened and snapped at me violently, as if they were firing some sort of warning shot - the fur brim which they were slightly tucked under did reduce the blow just a little. They scared me a little.
Very Nora Efron.
White jacket girl was rocking the "i'm all that" vibe, hot shades, green hat and all.
Houston street station yet again. I need to stop being so lazy and start dragging my ass back to west 4th. For a while I enjoyed the peace but now its getting boring. Maybe when it gets warmer.
The 1 train kinda sucks too, this guy agrees.
Started off with the woman on the left who's face drew me in. Then got into the guy in the left who's just slightly off white skin and pale yellow hair had interesting patches of red and orange.
The bright hat in the foreground was a bit of a shock to the rest of the colors on the train. Although the tweedy hat on the right had some fun stuff going on if you looked really close.
Girl on the 2 who caught on just as the car filled up at Nevins and I lost sight of her.
And turned to this guy with the Afro-Hawk and the snazzy collar. Carhart ski cap in the foreground. Brought me back o when everyone was rocking carhart in the early 90s, good times.
Crinkling the paper on the 1.
Dropped the Griff off at playdate in DUMBO and caught the A to get some ink at J and R. This group of tourists had obviously accomplished the near-impossible-for-out-of-town-visitors feat of finding the High street station from the Brooklyn bridge.
On the way back someone smelled like the shaving cream from a barber shop. Don't think it was this guy though.
Opted for the N train from Atlantic to Canal this morning. Have about a 15 minute walk from the train but the long, uninterrupted stretch seemed appealing especially since it was a sunny, relatively warm morning and I didn't much feel like hiking through the station for the 2/3. This guy reading teh Chinese paper was good for caricature, tried to catch the bad acne patches without making him look to much like an Archie character.
He kinda had the Al from Home Improvement thing going but had extraordinarily dainty fingers playing with his PDA, especially for an otherwise burly looking fellow.
The guy with the big brown yamulkah became increasingly crouched over as the drawing progressed. Couldn't tell if he was getting really into his book or nodding off. The guy on the right had the normal zone out on the train pose but his clenched fist was a subtle indication that maybe something more was going on with him.
Last moments on my 3 ride.
Waiting at Atlantic Pacific for the R/M, got drawn in by this guys's hat which seemed very muted color wise until closer examination when it began to rival josef's famous dreamcoat. Little fun details are everywhere, but easy to miss unless you pick your head up and pay attention.
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.
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.
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