Tagged ballpoint pen sketches

From My Sketchbook – Rhymes and Doodles

A pretty face can also make a nice cartoon!

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From My Sketchbook – Making Up for Lost Time

I needed a stress release this week, and I found it in my daily sketching practice!

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From My Sketchbook – Faces on a Train

Two more faces from my subway travels...

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From My Sketchbook – The Long and Short of It

The long and short of it...face types, that is. Because beauty is often found in irregularities.

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From My Sketchbook – A Slice of Humanity From New York’s MTA

The upside of riding NY's MTA so frequently is that there are always interesting faces to sketch. Here are a few from my travels this week...

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From My Sketchbook – Passing Time in Times Square

Killing time in Time Square this past week meant that I had ample opportunities for people watching and cartoon sketching.

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From My Sketchbook – The Good, the Bad and the Smokey

There was so much about my recent trip to Paris that was wonderful.  Unexpectedly, my time spent sightseeing alone each day was partly what made the trip so memorable.

En Paris

As I explored the different Arrondisements, it didn’t matter if I stopped every five feet to snap a picture, decided to veer off my charted course to wander down an interesting side street, or found myself lost and had to retrace my steps.  When my feet got tired or I got hungry, I stopped to rest or to eat; and at the end of the day I always had adventures to report back to my husband.

My sketch book was always handy, and since Paris is a city for people watching my cafe breaks provided the perfect opportunity to try and capture the expressions and spirit of those around me.

cartoon head illustration studies

Quick sketch of cheerful middle aged man

In short, I would say that my entire trip was trés parfait except for one little thing.  Everyone (or so it seems) in Paris smokes – and I’m not referring to the occasional social cigarette.  Parisians seem to be heavy weight champions in the sport of chain smoking.  Sitting in the those wonderful outdoor cafes means you’re liable to be served up a side of cancer along with your Chèvre.

Quick sketch of Parisian girl smoking

C’est domage, but maybe by the next time I visit that will have changed.  Here’s hoping…