Every time I'm in NYC, I end up drawing oodles of people and giving them out, like picture satellites, on napkins, paper scraps, pages from my sketchbooks. Its a great way to gablessly schmooze, but people are way less annoyed if you give them a doodle after you've been candidly grilling them for 10 minutes.
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Unfortunately, It leaves me empty handed at the end of each trip...and lacking reference to some great memories. So this time around I brought carbon paper. aside from giving me a carbon copy, It recorded every mark, scratch, mistake. The loose sheet of carbon paper jerked around the page a little as a drew.
By the end, my alternative versions grew on me, slow-shutter drawings of people in motion. Draw on agitation.