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Chipping away at the 10000 hours today after work at the Bloor Gladstone library. 

Instead of the standard drawing of a person reading that I've drawn so many times before, I wanted to practice my perspective. I realized that my sense of proportion and perspective are a bit off so I think I'll concentrate on that for the next little while (hopefully). But I will sneak in a drawing or two of people.

So... besides my home "studio" and cafes, this is where I probably draw the most.

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A street scene (Christie, just south of Dupont) from the parking lot of my work place, drawn over two lunch periods.

"Up Close (and Personal?) #1"

oil on masonite, 6"x8"

"Measles"

Oil on masonite, 9"x12"

Done over three, three hour sessions.

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I've been thinking a lot lately about putting in the "mileage". Drawing a lot. Chipping away at the 10,000 hours that Malcolm Gladwell believes any person needs under their belt to achieve pro status. So today I did a mini sketch crawl on my own around the waterfront.

 This actually was drawn yesterday. Another addition to the "Stan the Man" series. Aka. my dad.

Toronto's Union Station, the city's transportation hub that was modelled after New York City's Grand Central Station.

After the station drawing I wandered down to the waterfront to sketch some boats. There's nothing like a stiff, cold wind up the pant leg to quicken up the pen strokes.

The last sketch of the day. Being a voyeur and sketching a metalsmith work on her jewelry at the Harbourfront Centre's open air studio.

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I sat in a coffee shop and I sketched whatever was in front of me. The table in front of me changed occupants twice, so there's a bit of layering going on...
The dots. No idea where that came from, but i know I'm not doing that again!

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The modern day obsession over the smart phone is good for only one thing....

I knew the Saturday edition (the thickest of the week) of the Toronto Star was good for something. I used it as a seat cushion on a cold rock while sketching this scene.

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It's getting cold here in Hogtown, so I'm headed back to my tried, tested and true (and warm) sketching environs of the Bloor Gladstone library.

People sitting by the railing counter at the St. Lawrence Market.

Grandfather and grandson. Kinda creepy that I've depicted my nephew as a toy doll my dad is holding, but I think I nailed it with the other two drawings.

Kensington Market