I spent part of last week traveling, and discovered that an airline seat is actually a good place for drawing. A few impressions, in no particular order.
What I could see on the flight out.
A traveling companion. I meant to sketch him in different settings during my trip, but failed.
The warning panel over my seat.
A very chatty, very loud, very tall woman spent much of my flight talking to someone in first class. She actually did exist in three dimensions, despite what this drawing might suggest.
A wall near the Starbucks in Concourse C at Minneapolis-St. Paul International.