People love to sleep on trains. It’s like strapping a baby into a car seat. They’re out cold in like two minutes. Same goes for adults. Stick them on a subway train in New York and boom, they’re down for the count. You want a great night's sleep? Sit on the F train for a few minutes and you’ll be dreaming in no time flat. This is the first of a series of drawings I did of Sleepers.
Toys Again
This is the last of my old broken down toys illustration series. You won't have to put up with looking at these any longer. You're welcome. Every kid I know has some sort of Godzilla toy in their junk pile. He always seems to make it into my sketches.
An Immense World
I am currently reading the book, “An Immense World,” by Ed Yong. It explains in detail how different animals use their senses of smell, sight, and touch and how it varies wildly from our own use of these same senses. There are some incredible scientists out there doing mind blowing research helping to explain our complex world. This is an illustration I did in response to what I was reading. Very self explanatory.
Chinatown Again
I returned to Chinatown to do this drawing. I met a woman named Ming who worked in the hair salon. She hung out with me during her downtime. I not only know every crack and crevice of the exterior of this building but I now know all about the inner workings of this beauty salon too. That was something I didn't anticipate.
Natural History
I recently drew a nice butt. It was not in a life drawing class but was instead at the Museum of Natural History.
Toys
I did a several drawings of broken toys and Christmas ornaments over the holidays. It had to do with the homes I stayed at. These objects were just the most readily available items to draw while it was freezing cold outside. So don’t confuse this one with my other broken toy sketches.
Celeste Ng
The only people who will understand this drawing are ones who read the new Celeste Ng book, Our Missing Hearts. Her last novel was Little Fires Everywhere. I didn’t do a drawing for that one. Maybe this illustration will intrigue some of you to want to read it too.
Cracker Jack
Sometimes I do a drawing and it turns out like this. If you were stuck looking at page 13 in my latest sketchbook, you could never guess what lurks on the following page. Is it a building in Little Italy, a cow on fire, or Godzilla attacking New Jersey? Maybe. Those would be good guesses. This is what you would actually get in your Cracker Jack box.
Overfishing
I have a peculiar accent when I speak. It’s a combination of Long Islander mixed with the old Bowery Boys TV show. In advertising, my thing was to come up with ideas. The problem is I don’t say the word, ideas. What comes out of my mouth is “ideers” or “eyedears.” I’m not really sure which version I say but I sound ridiculous. A recent report stated that 34% of the world’s marine fisheries were classified as overfished. This was an eyedear I had for a drawing to help make consumers more aware of their own choices in the matter. It would be a great ideer if people greatly reduced their fish intake as the world’s human population swells and overfishing continues to explode.
Christmas Past
A drawing of broken plastic toys from Christmas pasts that were stored in an old box at my niece and nephew's house.
Messi
I was glued to my television Sunday morning. Trying to watch my boring New York Jets after seeing the World Cup final was a slog.
Chinatown
I’ve always loved the streets of Chinatown in Manhattan. Recently, I spent time there drawing this restaurant that opened in 1920. I met so many people and spent half my time talking to folks who were curious about what I was up to. People gave me their business cards, offered me jobs, asked to take selfies with me and some just sat and hung out. You’d think I wasn’t a complete loser. Every other day, my wife asks me if I’ve taken a shower. She says I stink. I tell her people clamor to be near me on the streets. She’s dubious at best.
St. Paul's Cathedral
While bumbling around London, we stumbled upon St. Paul’s Cathedral. This is where Charles and Di were married. Of course, I didn’t know that. It cost about $50 bucks for us to step inside for a minute, so we took a pass (that means we didn’t go in). You used to be able to walk into a church for free. I guess that's not a thing anymore. We quickly got back to bumbling around town.
