One of my favorite time passing activities is sitting in a cafe with a good window looking out and draw the passing by strangers. I try to study deeply their faces in de fraction of a second as they flash by, then put it down to paper remembering all the details. It’s kind of hard and they mostly don’t look too much like the models, but I have so much fun. Just by letting go of the tyranny of “it must look like the person”, all the fun arises and the drawing flourishes.
I’ve also done drawing motorbikes as they pass on a curve in the road, taxis on a narrow street and only all people wearing bags coming out a supermarket. So much fun.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home