The other day I went through my monstrous stack of old and not-so-old sketchbooks. It was crazy how so many of those sketches brought back such specific memories, and I couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic while looking through them all. Here are few of them, in no particular order:
plein air painters in Central Park
Lombard Street--while I was sketching some guy told me "nowadays they have these things called cameras..."
China Town -- Rachel got a weird drink there
Pier 39--it was chilly, a soccer game was on in a bar and we ate delicious fish
Carnegie Hall and my bus-ride to the Manhattan 8th ward
the stories behind these characters are pretty ridiculous...
gesture drawing, boredom during class and Henry's puffy coat