Last week I made it out to Drawathon and remembered what good things
NYC has to offer me right now: Quaint and beautifully DJ'd drawing
parties in the back of divey bars where punks pose naked as you capture
their figure with a cramped room fulla other sketchbook-a-teers, all the
way from 8 until midnight on a Monday. When I opened my book to
see what I got from last week, I realized that I'd barely drawn anything
worth posting from the models. I did, however, have a fun time
capturing the "performers". The guy on the bottom, who played bass for a
trashy neo-NY punk band growled a hell of a lot while I was scribbling
his outline. Here you go!
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