I saw a sleeping Jabba The Hutt on the train.
Unfinished sketch of the view from our apt in east village.
It was sweet and sad actually. Sweet because it was such an innocent scene, sad because I'm pretty sure those pigeons were his only friends.
I wish I had spent more time trying to capture his expressions of terror and wonder as small children chased his flock of pigeons around the park.
In general, I felt much safer drawing strangers on the East coast. As in, I would occasionally receive puzzled or dirty looks, but I rarely got the 'YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE STABBED' eyes that are seen in Oakland so often.
Hope you guys enjoyed looking!
3 WEEKS TILL CALARTS :OOO