These were drawn on different days, in different places.
A salt shaker and sugar rack at Beans & Barley on Milwaukee’s East Side—a place that is gone now. A chair at Starbucks, which is still there.
When I go places, I wait.
Waiting is filled with observation.
Observation is recorded with marks.
Marks spark memory.
I can look at a few pencil lines years later and remember where I was.
Maybe that’s what a sketchbook really keeps. Not drawings of things, but evidence of moments.
For Doodle Addicts, I would use this rather than making Beans & Barley the whole story. The loss of Beans & Barley gives one sketch poignancy, but your larger idea is better: drawing converts otherwise disposable waiting into memory.
A quick observational sketch from the chess meet—boards, pieces, and the strange architecture of waiting. The chessmen seemed to be rehearsing before the players arrived.
Wrapping my mind around drawing human / humanoid. Trace the silhouette first, then slowly carve out the anatomy and add on the clothing details last. Was also studying human anatomy earlier, tracing the body tones and proportions. Without paying much attention all these months, I managed to learn something I thought that I have been unable to do. Next would be to balance the style and details, especially with the faces...
She is screaming.
You just can’t hear her.
Cinch tighter.
The paper crumples.
She takes up less space.
Sometimes, silencing is just making someone smaller.
