Passenger

The other day I found myself sitting on the train with no music, no crossword puzzle, nothing to read. I found a scrap of paper in my bag and started sketching the gentleman sitting in the seat a few rows ahead of me. I had no idea it would be so much fun.

I miss sketching. I really do. Thus, I'm starting a small project titled "Passenger".

It's interesting to think that the people I'm sketching have no idea I'm watching them the entire train ride - noticing the small wrinkle in their pant cuff, or that the bottom of their shoe is scuffed. Or maybe that they slouch when they write. This seems crazily intriguing, this sneaky sketching of mine. Of course I don't know their names, but I feel they need an identity, so they'll each take on an assumed name of my choice.

Welcome to Passenger.