September 29, 2009

sketchbook, day 1 of many

I was sitting on a bench on the east river. I saw this guy walking towards me and thought he looked good to draw as he was walking, but he sat down, disrupting my drawing, but helping me in the end I think.

This is the man I aspire to be someday, a smart guy with a dry sense of humor. . .

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