A quick sketch of Megan from Great Lakes on 5th ave. Out with Zartosht last night, I realized that these days of drinking and drawing at Brooklyn bars may be nearing an end. It's like an invisible force, nudging you in a certain direction, the same one that brought me here, I feel, Is now whisking me away to a new adventure.
Some people take photos to remember certain events, others write in their journals. My memories are sketched on various forms of paper products. I can remember where I was and who I was with for most sketches I've done, sometimes I can even hear the music that was playing at the time. The brain is more powerful than I think we can imagine.