This is also my Blind Contour Friday contribution — the minivan above was a blind contour I drew waiting for the bus to work, at Finch Station. The women below it I drew later on the bus, but not as a blind contour. Looking at the page later it seemed to me they were collectively dreaming of ‘a better life.’ A life with blind contour minivans.
The way this man sat reminded me of my father.
Father Christmas looks on from the piano bench, before being placed on our tree. In the finest Humanist/Secularist traditions, I have made sure our four year old daughter, Leah, is properly informed that Santa does not exist, but, oh no, she’ll have none of it. She saw Santa at the mall, he’s totally real. OK, Leah, whatever.
A mixture this morning, the world floated by. I’m cheating here, I like to date my posts by the date of the sketch rather than when I post it… I’m posting this sketch on Dec 31st.