I haven't seen Arthur on the train for a while...the artist! Used to run into him periodically as he took the train to and from his work. While riding, he would observe, listen, and would quietly and unobstrusively sketch portraits in his worn, black art book, paying close attention to the faces and figures around him. Look up, capture a visual - look down, draw.
When we would meet on the train, he would always turn over his book and show me his latest creation, whatever he had been sketching since he got on board; a woman sleeping, someone talking on the phone, a couple kissing, a parent playing with a child, someone sitting alone and staring. He sketched with such detail (even sometimes capturing the reflection of the person in the glass) that I could glance at his artwork and look up and easily pinpoint who he happened to be drawing. And each drawing also seemed to vividly capture the attitude (pensiveness, humor, sadness, arrogance) of the particular person.
If his "subject" got off the train too early, his drawing would go unfinished.
His book was filled with drawings from previous train rides, and I told him he should publish his art someday.
If I ever see him again, I'll encourage him to post a few sketches here.
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