Retro Sketch

In 2006, I had a small stumble at work, which resulted in a major injury: a triple-fracture of the upper section of the fifth metatarsal in my right foot. The tiny crumble atop the tiny top section of this little bone resulted in two rounds of emergency surgery, two months of being laid-up on my back with my foot elevated, three months of physical therapy, and enough painkillers to put a smile on an elephant. There’s not much you can do when laying on your back, practically immobile, with your shattered-and-casted foot elevated gingerly on a pile of pillows, so I grabbed my small sketchbook, a Micron Pigma pen, downed a few happy pills, and started drawing.


Metro Sketch

“Never give up” is a common mantra in so many situations, and the same holds true when sketching people on a busy commuter train. With a dynamic and unpredictable queue of impromptu life drawing models, you never know which one is going to make for a truly viable study. The result is pages of rushed drawings, half-drawings, and bad drawings, but in not giving up, chances are you may just get in one good study, as was the case here, where the individual on the lower right corner of the page finally made for one good study this particular train ride.


Lunch Lines

Here’s a bike I’ve sketched once before, and since it was one of the first bikes I’d sketched, I knew I had a lot of practicing still to do (even though I’m a hardcore cyclist!). Luckily, I see this bike locked-up all of the time outside of my office, so I took another crack at this bike – a late-80s bonded aluminum Raleigh Technium with first-generation Shimano 105 components – after having practiced a few other bikes first.


Retro Sketch

Here’s a page from a sketchbook back in 2005. I had just moved to Maryland after ten years of living in New York City, and sitting in a suburban fast food place, I was thinking to myself “what the hell just happened?” While contemplating this, I watched horribly obese kids chow down amidst the horrible music playing overhead. Of course, being a sketchbook warrior, my only course of coping with this new realty was to draw, though I must mention that my time here in Maryland and Washington, DC has actually been quite a good experience.