…in old Montreal. Sketched this reader: a very proper older lady, hair slightly blown by the wind. A hoard of daycare kids thundered by several times in a running exercise, and she never looked up, or moved at all.
Below, it’s the terra-cotta pencil. I’m getting more interested in backgrounds to these kinds of things. But I find them more successful when there’s a story, or attitude to the character that I can express. Rather than just trying to suggest physiognomy.