Subway sketches in Stillman&Birn on the way to Soho and back.

I am sketching on the train with water soluble pencils, briefly touching people's lives, while pencil is is scribbling and I am reading thoughts and mouthes, feeling their emotions, than loosing interest, when sketch is over or person stands up and leave the subway car and my life. Exiting my life.

I am beyond tired, trying to embrace all I have to finish, projects, obligations, promises. But I can't be still or idle.

Interesting to draw in groups and in patches of light and shadows. I am trying to abstract from understanding where is nose and ears, but see shapes and angles in relation to each other.

I like this guy in a cap, his pose, simplicity of this sketch.
I almost finished Gamma sketchbook, makes me sad. It is such a great sketchbook and I filled it with momentarily sketches of people in a Subway, it is almost abuse. Almost like driving Ferrari to pick up a dog's poop on a curb.