Drawing and sipping coffee

Yesterday afternoon I walked to Borders and sat in the cafe for a couple of hours. No one seemed to mind my sketching them though I imagined that some were aware of it. I drew all of these people plus one more man who is on the next page. I realize they’re all rather stiff, and the gestures and attitudes I wanted to capture didn’t really come through. However, I think this page is better than the last one I did. I drew in ink and put the watercolor on later at home. The coffee was excellent, in part because it was served in a china cup. After so many paper cups (with their lids, which I tend to leave on) I had forgotten how much the aroma wafting up from the cup—uncompromised by any hint of paper—completes the taste. Perfect for a crisp October afternoon.


