As usual we took the train.
There were five of us: Jack (of course), his friend Monty, my neighbor across the street Carlo, my good friend from college John, and me. Played a lot of “hangman” on the way. I did some sketching, but not as much as I should have, probably.
On the way back the train broke down and left us on the platform at Laguna Nigel for about three hours. We got home at 3:00 am! Other than that it was a lot of fun.
Hah! I made an informational error in this drawing that’s fairly obvious. See if anyone can figure it out.
More sketches at the usual haunts
Hope everyone has a great weekend. I’ll try my best to post some new sketches from the “Con.
Some semi-random sketches from the last couple weeks. Waiting to be served, waiting for take-out, waiting for the bill, etc.
This man had a great profile. So when he moved I went in for another one:
Some tough-guys.
The tea…
The cook…
This woman had a very sweet face and seemed absolutely riveted by whatever the man she was with was saying.
The night before last we all got into the minivan and went to LAX to pick up Joan’s cousin, who’d just spent the last four and a half months in Paris. We overestimated the downtown LA traffic and found ourselves in the International Flights waiting area an hour and a half early. Jack and I started sketching. Jack likes to sketch from memory characters from the latest Playstation game he’s working on, while I sketch stuff around me. He draws lots of long-haired mysterious looking guys with swords and strange beasts and monsters. I asked him to sketch something he saw here, which he did, and well; but that’s all rather boring to a 12-year-old. I know I would have been bored with reality at that age too. He asked me why I like to draw things, everyday things, that I see, and I told him honestly I don’t know. For some strange reason, the older I get the more interesting it is to draw normal reality as it unfolds. I can’t say why.
This young lady next to us hardly moved – except her thumb, which was doing a mile-a-minute, text-messaging on her cell phone. Her face was without expression, but her hand was quite expressive.
On Saturday we all piled into the car and went to the annual Bug Fair at the Los Angeles Museum of Natural History. We go every year, seeing as my son loves bugs and has since birth. At one point I thought he might become an entymologist, but now I’m not sure… Anyway, now we’re brand new owners of three “ironclad beetles“, one of which is named “Bridget”.
She was looking up at me, noticing that I was looking at her and making marks in my book. She’s got the “what is he looking at?” attitude.
This guy was reading a script at the table just in front of me. I liked this pose of his and would have drawn more, but he got up and left. Part of the fun and risk of sketching from life. The subject has the power to pick up and leave without notice.
Anthony Zierhut 