sketches

Day two hundred and fifty-two: Exhausted after a long day at work, followed by the exhibition opening of “Here and Now” at the art museum, and then dinner, I had to keep today’s sketch as simple as possible. All my tired mind could muster was an image I saw walking home of a lone man leaning against a building with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Night was falling over the hot, humid city, and all the forms were melting into shadow except one tiny dot of burning tobacco. I thought the scene captured a quiet, private moment on an otherwise bustling Friday night.