My models on the bus were much more cooperative than those on the subway, as they settled in for the ride across the city. I’m often amazed how few people notice me drawing – the man beside me was an exception. He gave me the thumbs up, then motioned to himself, asking me to draw his portrait. I took a deep breath and nodded. When I start a sketch of a person I never know if it will turn out. Some I love, others just don’t work out.

This older man took an artistic pose with his hat covering part of his face, which helped. And thankfully, the portrait turned out well. It’s not in this post, though, I carefully ripped it from my sketchbook and gave him a gift. 

This boy didn’t sit as still as the others, yet as he jumped from his mom to his dad, and back to his mom again, it was a joy to attempt to capture his innocence.