I started a new job a few weeks ago; it’s a fair commute across Sydney on the train which gives me around 3 hours a day to draw in my sketchbook. I know most people can’t draw on moving trains but I think I found the trick; I sit on the bottom level which sways less and I don’t fight the swaying, but go with it.
This sketchbook is a week old; I just filled my last, monster-sized one and decided to go back to using thinner coil bound books because they’re more convenient to draw in than the fat, bound types.
The drawings have pretty much been “cute girls” and I wanna draw other things, but Sydney girls are so cute and being surrounded with them on the train kinda leans me towards that direction drawing-wise.
One afternoon a really pretty girl sat a couple of seats away, facing me and I couldn’t resist drawing her. I think she knew I was drawing her (or maybe just sneaking glances at her because the chair in front of me blocked her view of my sketchbook) and I was determined to finish the sketch quickly and hold the book up for her to see the picture (I think I like to create awkward situations). I was just finishing shading the hair and looked up and saw her leaving. It was bittersweet. Bitter, because I’d never get to show her the picture and sweet because her leaving gave me the opportunity to check out her ass. Anyways, that sketch is on the bottom left of the second image.