More Coffeeshop...

(07-31-2011. This man had a rounded face, so much so it made him look very young ...which I'm sure he'll appreciate later in life... Second day at the coffeeshop, and another great day of relaxing, sketching, and reading.)

185th...back at the coffee shop...

(07-30-2011. and a plethora of people to pick from to draw.  Yum.  Can you tell which one I drew first? Hint: It's the most stiff one.  Yup. The belligerent female. I could hear her being grouchy all the way across the room. Next came the guy at the bottom, them my two favorites. By then I was nice and loose, but I ran out of people, my iced chamomile tea, and space on the page.  Well, I could have fit more, but it felt like a good stopping place. So I kicked back with my book on Impressionism, finished off my carrot cake slice...yum.. and read for a bit. Then back home.)

184th post... peoples...

(07-29-2011. I'd say a bit more successful than the last one. And a bit more fun.) :-D

183rd post... earrings...

(07-28-2011. Having fun with thick and thin lines....)

182nd post, drawering on a train...

(07-27-2011. And not half bad with the lines on a bouncing car...)  :-)

181st post...zen.

(07-26-2011. I started out this journey with great hopes...of what, I don't know. But definitely one was to stop hating sketching. I've had ups and downs. And I think I've finally figured it out. At least until it changes. And what I've figured out is what it ISN'T. It isn't deciding which pen to pick up. It isn't deciding what subject to pick. It isn't deciding what line to put where. Every time I make conscious decisions about anything, it seems like it... well, to be blatant, SUCKS. Too stiff, not readable, just plain off. Let go, and just BE [yes, my zen is showing] and it always feels like you can feel more life in it. Even sleeping life. Ask Mr. B....)

180th post. Angles.

(07-25-2011. On one hand, I'd call this sucky. She had this weird twist to her face sort of like she was thinking really hard, and the shading lines just seem odd / off.  On the other hand, I like the rest of the lines. They felt good swiping off the tip of my pen.)