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.
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.