the first storytelling thread of the new year.
Audrey was right...On a bad day there is always lipstick
Backpack man, far right up 3.
All I could see of Andrew was the top of his garish backpack over the seat in front of me. I scowled at it but he didn’t turn around or so much as sniffle. We’d shared the same bus route for 4 years now, and he hadn’t spoken a single word to me for two and a half. I hated him, his stupid backpack, and the way he didn’t seem bothered by me or my attitude. I was an island of malevolence and he was blissfully sunbathing offshore, on the deck of a sunny schooner. And I hated it.
She was riding the train through the city. Looking out of the window „lost in music“. Wondering about the tiny people outside of her world of harmonies.
3 friends together
After years apart for jobs
Open sketch workshop
There was a young person named Tong.
Who was lost in a melody of song.
Do do re me.
Fa so la de.
And so it would go all the trip long.
(Middle of the page) "Falling Asleep"
She slowly dozed as she sat in her usual seat. She was so tired. Late nights, early mornings. How much longer could she continue this crazy schedule? She hoped she wouldn't miss her stop... again.
-Woman right in the middle.-
She is going to a routine medical consultation by bus. She has hypertension and has been a bit anxious lately. Being retired is no easy thing for the mind. She takes her medical exams in the bag and hopes everything is fine. Life on the bus is a good distraction. She looks at a group of kids chatting by the door and their joy makes her happy.
'Tap tap'. Despite her relaxed posture she was as tense as the electric rail. She wished she had a better signal to pick up Google Maps: now, which way WOULD she turn on her way out of the station?
Yup. Lost AGAIN. And she hadn't even got off the train yet....
I went to the local pub our father got kicked of - for life - and a man resembling our father I sat 6 feet away from nodded and tipped his beverage”
The Boynton Worcester, Mass
Thinking About Going To Vegas
"Let's go to Vegas!"
"Can we really afford it?"
"You only live once!"
Top right hand corner. Lady is knitting furiously on her metal needles.
Tap tap tap. Quick! Finish the row before Skytrain voice announces the next stop. Please let me finish before I get off. Last time I had to stop in a middle of a row, and made a huge stretched out hole in the middle of the front sweater panel. Were people staring at uneveness of my stitches, or were they staring at my chest???
Mustached man on phone
Rick narrowed his eyes at the flip of green digits. Sage advice had tipped investments in his favor. He swiped over to the grocery list, where his wife had added a few items needed for the weekend’s dinner. The grocery store was on his way back home. He swiped again to his journal, recounting something funny he’d heard the day before. Just as he placed his phone onto his lap and leaned his head back, an old man lumbered toward him, grumpy and stern to take the vacated seat beside him.
“Always on that damn phone.”
She really didn’t need to freshen up her lipstick. She just wanted to watch the handsome young man behind her.
End Row - Top Grouping - Woman and Man exiting the subway
"We'll meet up with Margie and Ted in front of the stadium," says Roy.
"I wonder if Margie will have her big cowboy hat on," says Brittany.
"Maybe we can get a bite to eat before the big game."
"I'll bet Ted will have his giant finger."
Whether it is catching your sketches, writing or podcasts, I learn so much about a world I am not as familiar as I’d like to be. I feel truly privileged to be living in a time that your work is a available. Thank you for the inspiration you’ve shared this past year. I look forward to more inspiration this New Year!!!
Man in the middle
Alone, unplugged, he listens
To the distant ghosts