Seventeen.

One of the most difficult things is to do is for a broke artist to find models. So we end up drawing anyone, who sits even a little bit still. Most of these are people sitting on trains and buses.

Mixali, done after a photo.



Shout out to my brother Apostoli.



Done purely for exercise on the bus, Aesop by Velazquez.



Infanta Margrita from Las Meninas by Velazquez



Bacchus by Velazquez done on the bus.





Fat nurse on train.




Maria reading on train.



Standing over a woman, I was able to see her reflection on the window. She was oblivious.



Occasionally I'll draw someone out of lack of a better subject. A guy playing his PS3 (I think that's what it's called) on the train.



Woman on a train. Something about the way this woman was sitting struck a chord with me. It's almost as if her body was saying, here I am, posing like so many Spanish portraits, draw me.



Two hispanic women talking on a train.



Mustached old man sleeping on an R train.



Old woman sleeping on an R train.




A self portrait done looking at my reflection on glass on a moving train.



Two friends enjoying their coffee outside of 9th St. Espresso.




A self portrait. Done by looking at my reflection in the windowed doors of 9th ST. Espresso. For some reason it reminds me of some of Rembrandt's self portraits.




I believe that you only see fragments of your surroundings, that you see objects with your eyes but you can't see everything focused. Your brain takes the information from your eyes and processes it for you. I think this is what the cubists thought too. 9th ST. I think of trees, cars, pedestrians of all measure, dogs and bikes, bikes chained to the 9th ST. Espresso fence.





At 9th St. Espresso dog owners come with their dogs. I never gave thought to animals in the city, I always felt that animals should have freedom to be animals, something the city cannot give them because of its nature, so I never drew them. At 9th St. they're pushed back into my brain, so this is the first of many to come I think.




A commission for my wife :) (She'd been pestering me for nearly a year and a half.) A 9th ST. espresso pastel. Pastel and sumi ink.



Seventeen panels in the gessoing stage. I wasn't thinking when I thought let me prepare seventeen panels at once. If you're a painter prepare 3, 4, 5 . . . or else you'll hate your life. :)