It’s Not Paris, and It’s Not Thursday Anymore

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I stopped trying to hide the fact that I am drawing. I’ve been doing it for years now on my routine trips that I feel like I should put out a cup. Or at least wear a sign with this blog name on it.  Sometimes I’ll get engaged in some discussion when I get off the train about what I use them for (always study) how it’s great to see another left-hander (I’m not, I just draw with my left hand because I like the line better) and a few times I have been told I should think about doing this professionally (sometimes I tell them I do, sometimes I just say that’s a great idea). No matter what, if there is one thing that makes me feel like I am at home in New York, it’s drawing on the 4, 5, or 6 Train.—Dominick

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