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And, yes, I could have drawn the long line of artists snaking around and up to the pizza ladies, or the pizza eaters, but, truth be known, it didn’t even occur to me. Bleh. I am so empty headed at times.

Panels e-h were drawn with regular crayola crayons, any color that would show up on the gray. Then I colored using Caran d’Ache Neocolor II, waterbrush and later Pitt Brush Pen while on site. Black gesso and white acrylic were used later at home. The background is fictional.

This model was also doing an all day pose. I was really annoyed at myself for losing track of time and not getting in more sketchers.

Panels e-h were drawn with regular crayola crayons, any color that would show up on the gray. Then I colored using Caran d’Ache Neocolor II, waterbrush and later Pitt Brush Pen while on site. Black gesso and white acrylic were used later at home. The background is fictional.

At 6pm I was caught by surprise because Pizza appeared and then a raffle and the models were done. No more sketchers to draw so I ate. I should have drawn the eaters but I was hungry.

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Panels e-h were drawn with regular crayola crayons, any color that would show up on the gray. Then I colored using Caran d’Ache Neocolor II, waterbrush and later Pitt Brush Pen while on site. Black gesso and white acrylic were used later at home. The background is fictional.

This model was part of a pair that were holding the same pose all day. Well, of course they took many needed breaks but you knew that. I happened to swing my chair around and caught this pose. For some very unfathomable reason she was super easy to draw. Not complaining.

Drawn on a long folder from an auction house, painted with black and white gesso (=gray). Panels a-d drawn with pencil, then Sharpie fine pen. Pencil, poorly erased, interfered with the flesh color.

Colors were Caran d’Ache Neocolor II with water brush on location. White is acrylic and black is gesso – added at home. Background is totally make believe fiction.

This model was doing short and 15 minute poses. She was very good and was having a lot of fun continually changing outfits.

Drawn on a long folder from an auction house, painted with black and white gesso (=gray). Panels a-d drawn with pencil, then Sharpie fine pen. Pencil, poorly erased, interfered with the flesh color.

Colors were Caran d’Ache Neocolor II with water brush on location. White is acrylic and black is gesso – added at home. Background is totally make believe fiction.

I ran into quite a few NYC Urban Sketchers in the closed off gym. They were busy with the nudes and talking about lunch.

Drawn on a long folder from an auction house, painted with black and white gesso (=gray). Panels a-d drawn with pencil, then Sharpie fine pen. Pencil, poorly erased, interfered with the flesh color.

Colors were Caran d’Ache Neocolor II with water brush on location. White is acrylic and black is gesso – added at home. Background is totally make believe fiction.

Sketches done while at High School of Art and Design in NYC, 6th Draw-a-Thon, 10 am to 7 pm.  I strolled in at noon but next time I’ll arrive earlier.  I killed four Sharpie pens that day.

Drawn on a long folder from an auction house, painted with black and white gesso (=gray). Panels a-d drawn with pencil, then Sharpie fine pen. Pencil, poorly erased, interfered with the flesh color.

Colors were Caran d’Ache Neocolor II with water brush on location. White is acrylic and black is gesso – added at home. Background is totally make believe fiction.

A handful of the NYC Urban Sketchers took the subway (F train?) up to 14th Street. We were headed to the NYC Plein Air Paint-Out in Union Square. Oops. We all forgot about the massive Gay Pride Parade and when we hit the street from the underground we discovered that it was separating us from the park. Millions (not exaggerating) of smiling happy spectators, floats, bands, balloons and cops between us and where we wanted to be.

Anyway. Everything has a solution. By the time we arrived in the park I was hot and pooped so, since I know this place, I walked around until I spotted this interesting group in conjunction with a shady bench and I went to work.

Refreshed after an hour of sketching in the shade I went searching for Mark, checking out all the plein air oil painters I passed, and found him plein airing in the middle of lawn sun bathers. I walked around and found my next victim and asked her if she minded. “Not at all” she replied.

While I was sketching Jeff turned up and left me in charge of his stuff while he went in search of the restroom. He came back with bottles of cold water and cookies. Just what was needed. Now, this blond woman comes around, ascertains that we are NYC Urban Sketchers and asks if we have seen Jason Das. No, we haven’t. But then, during conversation, Jeff and Susan discover that they are Instagram friends – a couple of years – small world. Mark shows up and as per usual he starts sketching and I sketch and everybody is sketching. The parkies come by and inform us that the lawn area of the park will be closing and we have to leave. That’s when we run into Jason Das.

It was about 8:00 now. The others decided to go somewhere for a beer, but, it takes so long for me to get home, I decided to leave them and walk up to Penn Station. I actually had the right amount of energy left. Problem. The parade was between me and where I wanted to be again. I walked uptown asking cops along the way where the end of the parade was. Fortunately at 30th Street they were opening the barriers and I scurried westward.

I slept really well that night.

The End.

Class brochure from an art school, cut down to a smaller size, collaged with book pages, gessoed. Binding is a hair scrunchy thingy – perhaps someday it will be pamphlet bound. Drawn on location while on the Lower East Side and Union Square one Sunday with the NYC Urban Sketchers. Pencil, Sharpie Fine pen, Pitt brush pens.

Lunch was in Chinatown. I had noodle soup – the soup and noodles came separately – I kept them separate but everyone else threw the noodles into the soup. It’s hard to take me anywhere. During this noodle eating I was also sketching, listening to the autobiographical conversations across from me and at the same time having my portrait drawn by Jeff. I can do many things at the same time.

At the Chinatown Produce Market I walked until I spotted my victim. I asked her if she minded if I sketched her and I think it was ok but I really don’t know if she understood me. Anyway, she was standing still so I assumed she was posing but I wasn’t ready yet. I had to get my stool opened and my drawing tools out and that’s when she started moving around. Sigh. Periodically she would walk over and see what I was doing and, expressionless, walk away. Sigh. When I was almost finished a little boy sat next to me and watched. I asked if the cart belonged to his family and what was the name of the business. I wanted to put it on the drawing. He told me it was “food cart”. Sigh.

Someone came to collect me – it was time to head over to the subway.

Stay tuned.

Class brochure from an art school, cut down to a smaller size, collaged with book pages, gessoed. Binding is a hair scrunchy thingy – perhaps someday it will be pamphlet bound. Drawn on location while on the Lower East Side and Union Square one Sunday with the NYC Urban Sketchers. Pencil, Sharpie Fine pen, Pitt brush pens.

I met up with the NYC Urban Sketchers on the Lower East Side a couple of Sunday’s ago. We were on Eldridge Street and I decided to sketch the sketcher sitting on the steps leading down to a not-yet-open business. She was busy working on a drawing of the famous synagogue/museum across the street.

The sun was encroaching on this side of the street so I crossed over and planted my stool right in front of a 99¢ store. The sidewalk was very narrow and there was an extraordinary amount of foot traffic in front of me and trucks and busses belching behind me. The guy below spent just the right amount of time scratching at a lottery ticket.

Before I knew it 1-1/2 hours had passed and it was time for lunch.

To be continued.

Class brochure from an art school, cut down to a smaller size, collaged with book pages, gessoed. Binding is a hair scrunchy thingy – perhaps someday it will be pamphlet bound. Drawn on location while on the Lower East Side and Union Square one Sunday with the NYC Urban Sketchers. Pencil, Sharpie Fine pen, Pitt brush pens.