It's cold and rainy, people have their umbrellas, or hooded clothes. Protection. I sit and hang my head, sketching. My back probably doesn't like at all this position, I'm hunchbacked, a sort of Metro Hunchback (Métro-Quasimodo:).
But much more than a Hunchback I am a fisherman. Fishing for people's portrait.
Yesterday I came back with my net full!
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The man with the knit cap, surrounded by research words for a new painting. He has a wonderful skin, dark and smooth.
Two blonde kids, big eyed, nervous and not staying still for a second:), eyeing me suspiciously;)
So, I begin to draw a man with a beret, I just draw two lines when he jumps off and leaves. Ok, off to a woman further afar, she too leaves too soon. Another one with a big blue knit cap, showing me her profile.
The man with the kid right in front of me sits down after the two girls have left, a father with his son in his arms. The kid turns and tosses, a challenge to draw. I dont mind, I just like his little sweet round asiatic head and profile. I manage to draw the father's protecting arm when they too leave...
Then people seem to leave all at once at "Havre Comartin" Metro station and I have time to draw this lady reading, and her heavy glasses (I'm sure they leave deep marks on her nose once she takes them off).
OK, now it's enough, I'm happy, I made a good haul, thank you very much, dear travellers.