Few sketches in April in deteriorating sketchbook with brown paper.

I can't wait to get rid of this sketchbook, even I really like the paper. Hard to look back at filled pages, everything seems irritating and no good. This people I met here and there, touched me and gone. Again pencil and white gel pen.

This woman I met by the dentist, first I was hungry for drawing, than we start talking and she was pretty cool telling me stories from the life of Manhattaner. She knew my dentist for 40 years. Interesting that my dentist has such wrong opinion about me, I am not correcting.