29 December 07
Russian Caravan Tea
It’s been a long, lazy week. I had an hour to kill yesterday while waiting for the local monthly designers’ get-together at Mishka’s, which is a European-style cafe that roasts its own coffee and offers free wireless. It is inhabited permanently by veterinary and medical students as well as anyone wishing to spend hours and hours online. But yesterday there were also lots of people having real conversations.
It’s been chilly and has finally gotten wet, and few braved the tables outside. But the ones who did got sketched by me. There’s something about the glass barrier that gives me a bit more cover than just drawing someone inside the room.
I did eventually do some of those too, though. The thing about sketching faces: you notice just how beautiful people are, how different, how complex. It leaves me at the end of this year with, how can I put it, hope. I am filled with hope. Against an awful lot of odds, I realize…