So in looking for shit to do, unurban cafe came up. There is an open mic on friday nights, and turns out it makes a great place to sit, chill, watch people, and draw them. Here's some shits.
The guy on the top came over to us and was marveling at Pix's sketches. He offered up money, but we quickly declined, and handed over the drawings for no compensation. I wound up cutting the page in half and giving the guy on the bottom his portrait too.
Bob was INSANE. He had a great vibe, and when he got up there, he busted out the most soulful inspiring song ever. It was so intense. As he noticed the commotion of the others looking at the drawings, i quickly pulled out his and thanked him for playing.
Day two sketches coming soon.
Peep the ole' Pix broads drawings over on her blog... brilliantly titled The Reimold Effect !