On Wednesday I took a drive and reconnoitered the train station to see the post-blizzard parking situation. The lot was plowed but there were many spots underneath the huge mounds of removed snow and the parking meters on the street were almost buried and necessitated climbing gear to get the quarters in the slots. I decided that the next day I would have to go to the station extra early in order to snag one of the spots. No problem – it would be a good chance to sketch some actual breathing and fidgeting people. Plus, I don’t want everyone to get too used to actual faces on faces.

A redhead, in the Penn Station waiting room, was sitting across from me. Well, I guess I purposely sat opposite her. She was engrossed in her book and stayed very still. Finally, her train was called and she vanished.

Someone else, with the same exact shade of red hair, took her place. She also had a book.

Anyway, I met Shirley in midtown (75th and Madison), we had brunch in one of our usual coffee shops and then went gallery hopping – it’s Master Drawings Week – and totally wore ourselves out by the time we reached 64th Street. We recognized buildings from last year by elaborate staircases, quirky and tiny elevators, layouts of galleries and remembered art we saw then. One elevator was so small there was no room for us to get leverage to push the door open and we were laughing so hard someone from the gallery came and rescued us.
And another elevator was so reflective we had to play before pressing the button.

But I was pooped when I arrived home. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Finngr Pro and ArtRage
Photo by Shirley.