Public quick sketching is my favorite way to relax. Give me a pencil and paper and sit me in a crowded room any day. Your pencil just moves across the page; your mind lost in the din of the conversation flowing through the room like smoke rings. All eyes are focused on the ball games displayed on the three flat screen tv's- oblivious to the fact that they are being scrutinized like a bowl of fruit in a Cezanne still life.
The fellow in the foreground of this pencil sketch landed in this cigar haunt because his big rig broke down. The best short stories are born in places like this.
Sketching live- a chance to unwind after oh-so-many deadlines.