Favorites from Sketchcrawl November 22, 2009

Featuring Allan in critique mode, Suma sketching, a violinist, a really awesome gentleman reading Infinite Jest (!), and a tree.

SketchcrawlMo

I was lucky enough to participate in the Worldwide Sketchcrawl (like a pubcrawl, but with more more hand/eye coordination) this Saturday. The NYC group met in front of the Chelsea Wine Vault at the Chelsea Market at 11 a.m. and, minus a break for lunch at 3 p.m., the last of us drew until 6:30 p.m. We spent the early afternoon on the High Line, then did post-lunch sketching at Chelsea Market (there was string quartet playing and great people watching), and ended the day with a walk to Times Square—stopping on the way to sketch a taco truck on 29th Street.

You can see other New Yorkers’ sketches and photos over at the Sketchcrawl boards. My drawings and links to fellow Sketchcrawlers’ blogs are after the jump…

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Hunchfront November 8, 2009

“Hunchfront” is one of the more hilarious possible side effects from Prescott Pharmaceuticals (written by Peter Gwinn). My other two favorites are “Spontaneous Gypsy Scarf” and “Involuntary Narnia Adventures.”

After seeing the Colbert Report writers at the Paley Center (and getting autographs from two very gracious and funny writers) I killed some time at the Rockefeller Center Skating rink sketching Prometheus before heading over to the Town Hall Theater to see Patton Oswalt’s show with mom. As I was leaving Rockefeller Center, I realized the sketch might’ve been more interesting from a different angle rather than dead on, so another potential do-over (at least before it gets too cold and tourist-y out there).

Sketch of the camera being used to tape the talk.

Close up of Meredith Scardino’s and Eric Drysdale’s autographs

Prometheus at Rockefeller Center with a display being set up above on the Plaza.

(My apologies for the crazy lighting in the photos. The scanner should be set up by tomorrow!)

Orange November 25, 2007

Somebody dropped his or her orange onto the subway tracks. Bummer.

Jacqui 11/22 – Liberty November 23, 2007

I think she had too much turkey…

Pepe Rosso November 15, 2007

It was cold and clammy and vile today, so I went to Pepe Rosso for pasta. They were having a totalmente! italiano! day today, with molto chaos and molto yelling. Part of the chaos involved moving those two stacked chairs, pretty much the second I finished sketching their outlines. And they kept piling up and removing large objects from the sidewalk in front of the pickup truck.

So that’s why parts of this drawing are especially kooky. I blame the Italians.

A case in point November 14, 2007

Yesterday, when I posted that drawing of various strangers’ feet, Jerry Waese commented at Flickr, “next time do ears.” I replied that

The problem with ears is that they’re attached to people’s heads. I’d have to look at a bunch of strangers’ heads, and they’d think I was staring at them (which I would be), and they’d get freaked out / annoyed / hostile. . . .

Everybody wants to be anonymous on the subway.

Today, because of poor planning, I was stuck drawing feet again; and the train was pretty crowded, so I was drawing the woman directly in front of me. She didn’t notice for a while, because she was reading. But eventually she did, at a point when I was staring very intently at her shoes, and she began to fidget. Finally, at a stop where the train emptied out a bit, she got up and walked down the car. Not to get off, just to change seats.

I was not dressed like a scary person. I was wearing a black and white flowered dress, red clogs, black leather jacket, pink scarf, iPod. Doesn’t matter. People don’t like being drawn around here.

Feets

People on the train were not cooperating this evening. They all kept moving their feet.

Do not hold doors November 12, 2007

The woman reflected in the door across from me.

Herringbone November 10, 2007

So, remember how I said that choosing a subject who won’t move is the hard part of drawing on the subway? Yeah. Yesterday’s model, who’d looked like he was really devoted to this subway pole, dove for a seat when I’d barely had a chance to get started. How rude! So I had to occupy myself for the rest of the ride somehow . . .

This guy wasn’t actually wearing a herringbone coat, but the man sitting next to me on my morning train ride had been. I’d considered drawing that guy for a moment but was at a bad angle; also, I was hoping I’d find something over the course of the day that ould fit into the Illustration Friday theme of “scale.” I didn’t. So then in the evening, I decided to get my herringbone fix anyway.

I filled in about half of the herringbone at home.