Here is my favourite page ever. Not sure if it's necessarily the drawings or what I remember feeling doing these drawings? Both drawings: Same day, same streetcar, the pen just doing the work. Thank god she got off the streetcar before I did, otherwise I would have followed her past my stop.
I don't know what it is about taste though, some people, looking through the sketchbook, blow right past this page without a second glance. Some like it as much as I do (and the rest fall in between). I've noticed that a lot about showing my sketchbook, everyone picks a different pic to fall in love with. When I'm encouraging others to draw (my second calling) I point this out to them when they put down their own work.
