Here are some more girls I drew on the train. I may be obsessed with girls’ faces. Whenever I see a woman with a fascinating face, I have to pull out my sketchbook and draw it. Or try to draw it. Usually I try not to let them notice that I’m drawing them. This is an exercise in memory. I study the face for a few seconds, then draw it without looking up. When I get stuck, I look out the window, at some other people, and then take a second furtive glance at her face.
Very occasionally will I find a man’s face that I have to draw. Have no idea why.