Little Italys

Italy’s a county where people stroll at a comfortable pace. I wish I could say the same. So often, I find myself huffing and puffing down the hot, sunny side of the street alone. The locals are all sauntering in shade across the way while I pant and squint and sweat. Typical American.

When I find a subject to draw, I’m extraordinarily patient. I can work on a single drawing for hours without interuption, and I’m known for those very works. But between those drawings I’m downright fidgety. So, this year, to fill the gaps, I brought a tiny sketchbook and some black colored pencils to draw when there was no time to draw. Here are the results.