Sketch artist

On the train home a man with a sketchpad sat by the door. He sketched the couple across from him with a felt-tip pen. The couple was engaged in conversation and paid him no mind. He was soon finished sketching in the woman, and began on the man. Working quickly, he moved his hand around the page, sketching in the air before putting the pen to paper.

At Prince Street, the man rose to get off the train. He looked down and slowly began to recognize what the man was doing. The man looked up at him and kept sketching. The woman rose after the train stopped and the doors opened. The man sketched rapidly then ripped the page from his pad and handed it to the couple as they stepped off. He smiled at me when I caught his eye. I laughed from the sheer joy of witnessing their interaction.

I followed the couple as they exited the station. The woman was captured; the man's face had just begun to emerge from the empty page. They pointed at each other's likenesses, tilting their heads together as they climbed the stairs and out onto the street.
Posted by eku at August 21, 2006 4:02 PM