Bar Post its

I was waiting for my friend Phil when I sketched these.
Phil Never showed up.
That bastard.
Just Kidding Phil.
For those who don't think I have a friend named Phil you must think I'm crazy, but I'm betting those who know me think the same anyways.
(post its from Ms. Villeray bar on Villeray)
(post it with subway guy from last week)

making a new portfolio

A compilation of some recent quick portraits done at the Brooklyn Brewery a few weeks back with Sean and Z. The past few weeks I've been assembling a new portfolio, throwing out the old and ushering in the new drawings that will best represent me at this moment in time- which leads me to think that in another few years I'll have long forgotten about these sketches. If I come across them in the future I'll probably cringe at the sight of them- but that's okay, it will have meant that I've improved.

Brooklyn Brewery Sketches

Here are a couple of more post it note sketches- I had completely forgotten about these, but I remember drawing them. Zee gave them to me the other night, after a 2 week absence of just the two of us having a few drinks and a few laughs.

He says he has some better ones , some napkins that we drew on at a bar called Pianos last month. Zee and Bryan are two of my biggest supporters I must say - brutally honest at times, they have pushed me to the next step in my long ascent up the artistic ladder, but wait...where does it lead?

life drawing

life drawing at the B.A.G. WITH POST ITS! and Modelo beer. What would life drawing be without a can of beer, eh? maybe it's my Canadian side shining through.

PI_6B

Just a couple more post-it sketches from KGB bar- your typical snapshot of most bars I would imagine- a newly formed couple anxiously close to one another, talking to a third person who may or may not be waiting his turn at a chance with the lady.

Union Square

As I looked around the room where I sleep on my futon at night, I found that the clutter was mostly made of sketchbooks, comics, novels and dvd’s. I also noticed two pairs of shoes near my desk, but I had no idea how they got there. As I thumbed through an old sketchbook, I stared at each drawing. It’s as if they all were a portal of sorts, a gateway to a time and place, stirring up sounds, smells and emotions of a summer past.

sketchbook: Toasties Union sq- summer 2008
Post-Its: R train, Jun 10 , 09