In art school, we had life drawing classes where we had three full hours to render a model in a controlled and predictable environment. If you were the type, then you enjoyed the three hours of trying to render the model with conté crayons, india ink washes, or various degrees of graphite. I was not this type, finding the classes too long, too boring, and the techniques requiring not enough life or excitement. This is why I love drawing on the Metro: you don’t know who will be your model, how they will pose, or how much time you’ll have to sketch it all with just one pen. Such was the case here: this gentleman appeared once a few passengers left the train, and I had only a few minutes to draw him. It’s not to the exacting academic standards of those life drawing classes, but rather real world, real life, and a lot of fun to do.