How to be a Green Christian

My habit of drawing mainly old men on the train continues and a recent journey to London found me the fellow below reading a very small book entitled 'Becoming a Green Christian.'

I sadly have no information on this matter other than that it was a very thin book.

On a lighter note, a doodle to make autumn's arrival seem a little less like summer's departure.

Just doodling

As I've been busy storyboarding my latest project, an untangle-able mess which no-one should be forced to see in this early state, and drinking tea which primarily tastes of kettle, all I have to offer is a few sketchbook doodles.

Hopefully one day soon my tea will taste primarily of tea.

The heavily patterned man

Whilst sketching today I found a man so heavily patterned as to be almost invisible to the naked eye.  I'm sure he must be plastered on missing posters country wide for he is camouflage itself.

Secrets and beavers

I've been a busy little beaver this weekend but I've been busy making a birthday present so can't post any photos 'til the happy day has passed.  In honour of my industry I thought I'd post some beavers.  The poor chaps are making do until I have the actual beavers but they're part of my texture experiment for my backgrounds.

Verdict: Nearly.  Needs tweaking.

Sleeping girls

Today only brings us a sketch of some girls sleeping soundly on their dad on the train.

and a beaver for good measure.

Irene (who I do not know)

The sketchbook is still chained to me and heavy as it is I'd forgotten how much I enjoy drawing folks at the train station and on said trains.  I'm sure my fellow passengers don't enjoy me peeping between the seats at them and looking away hurriedly in that 'oh what is that? A window?' fashion as they turn my way.  As I'm sure Irene, captured below, would not thank me for the wrinkles I managed to capture before she eluded me.

or the surly man below.

It's early days yet, I'm sure they'll improve if I don't get punched.

Sketchbook

So lately I'm trying to get back into the habit of sketching and so far I'm waiting for my hand/eye co-ordination to reconnect.  Until then here's a few pics from my old sketchbook from my first project...and a new snooty cat.

My favourite old sketching haunt The Fitzwilliam Museum

and as promised

a snooty cat.