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Barrel Scraping, part 1.

Posted: August 30, 2011 in barrel, pune, reggae, rose, school, sleep, talk, train

In the unforgettable scene in Blade-runner, I am sure Batty said “Time, need more time” as he pierced his palm with a rusty nail, but alas, could’n find the quote in IMDB, and don’t have the time to search elsewhere.
All this to say, though sketch I do, I have no time to scan, so going back and looking for some scanned stuff I thought I’d make a theme with, here is a some-of-this some-of-that version of Take5 (no time for the 2…)

Rose asleep

One of the drawings I love most, a little girl of our dear dear friends had a sleepover. I know it is hard to see but she is there in between the smudges, along with her blanket, dreams and teddy…

We’re jammin

Our kid’s Circus teacher (yup…) invited us to a reggae concert by his band, first time I drew while dancing (but not the last), meant to keep it to a future music post, but (as they say in these regions) – viola!

Close-eyed and painless

A long long time ago, in another planet called India, I had some time off (or perhaps it was just the clock that stopped ticking for a week), as a drawing meditation, I tried looking real hard, breathing all the image I could absorb, and than holding my eye’s breath, and putting it all on paper with my eyes widely-shut.

Never going back to my old school

Getting back to the almost present, a tiny while back I was invited to an 8th grade class reunion. Was too far away and (as mentioned…) no time, but I had an idea for a project: take an empty photo album and fill it with drawings of photos. 
Didn’t get past the second page, but it is a fascinating process, since the further you go, the more you are at risk of ruining the drawings on the same page. anyway – based on a photo by a great photographer that apparently was in a parallel class, I drew the back of my classroom (that turned out to be another building altogether, goes to show you how fickle memory is…)

Shut-eyed and trainless
Time… need more…..   time.

And finally, as you may know, I joined a metro-sketchers community (delignesenligne  translated perhaps to lines on line), and though, as some clown once told me, drawing sleeping people is not fair, I like drawing them anyway.
These are two rejects.
The guy may have had narcolepsy, he sat in front of me, and suddenly dropped into deep sleep in a sec. The gal was just trying not to let the daylight creep in before it is absolutely necessary.


So there you go, an Italian reader I know said she likes the stories so I blabbered a lot this time.


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OMG! it is past midnite! the monitor is turning into a pumpkin!!!


nite!