I'm sitting in a plague-infested doctor's office waiting room, trying not to touch anything, rubbing Plague-X gel on all exposed body parts... I can feel the germs leaping onto me. Ick.
There's no way I'm picking up a magazine. I don't even want my elbows on the arm rests of the chair.
I put the finishing touches on the Triumph from the parking lot, then look around for something else to draw. It's close quarters in there so sketching people is out of the question. It would be obvious I'm drawing them and I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.
I'm sitting back-to-back with a woman on a cell phone. She's having a very (what should be) private conversation in this very public place. I can't help but overhear her conversation.
She was using some very visually interesting phrases so I started to draw her conversation. Apparently her man had done her wrong and she woke up and threw the turdbucket out of the house. She was explaining her moment of clarity to her caller.
I was drawing as fast as she spoke, so these sketches were drawn in no more than three minutes, tops.
I have no idea what a squirrel cage looks like exactly. The only squirrel cages I know are in exhaust fans. I opted for the hamster wheel look.
It was great fun drawing from my imagination instead of from reality. I didn't have to worry about getting things "just right." They could grow and evolve as they wanted. It was also fun to do speed sketching. I need to do more of that.
Wow! I just now realized I really dated myself with that telephone. Ack!