Sketches in the cafe

The afternoon before my birthday, I’m sitting in a cafe on Meeting Street again trying to relax. My favorite thing to do is sketch the faces around me. It is sort of a game of mine. I feel like the Toulouse-Lautrec. sitting and observing the people all around me cataloging history in the faces of people. It is my favorite type of art. There is a purity to it. The quick nature of my hand and the avoidance of the eye of my subject give me great practice at not being noticed.

People in the cafe fascinate me. I often wonder what they’re thinking and how I can portray that thought on paper with just a few strokes of my pencil. It is uplifting to think that this is what I’m going to do for the rest of my days.

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