Last weekend I pilfered my son’s red twistable crayon. On Saturday he saw it laying on my desk and said it was his– which meant he suddenly wanted it. A few minutes later he put it back down in the den, so I required it before we took our weekly trek to Target for groceries.
Red is a good color to have while sketching at Target.
The next day my wife and I went to see a play and having some time to kill we found a spot to wait in the mezzanine level above the lobby. Perfect for people watching and sketching. The guy in the that sketch in the upper left used to come into Starbucks years ago when I worked there. I can’t remember his name (I don’t know that I ever did) and I have since forgotten what his drink was (which is how I used to identify people.) In fact, even if I still worked there I doubt he would recognize me. No one ever recognized me when I was out of my hat and apron.
If I ever need to disappear, it’s the perfect disguise.