Subway sketches in Gamma at New Years Eve.

Sketches and memos piled up and suffocated me on New Year's evening.

I was not alone on the train. Not everyone looked happy, but I was glad that most were self absorbed and ignored me, so I was able to follow nose lines and pursed lips.

On January first instead of sleeping I was drawing door handles on empty train on the way to Williamsburg. Than people showed up.