As the story goes.

The story continues in heart and soul. Most if not all of my drawings consist of people in some kind of situation. They might be waiting, engaging, in anguish, or shocked on some level. How can I not convey so much expression from daily life? Its endless! I used to sit in the cafe and listen to how the sounds and tones would rise and fill the room, and then as if in some community consciousness it would turn down to a lull again. Everyone had something say and they all expressed it in tones and rhythm. I would glance around and see hand gestures, arm movements, adjustments in their seats; but their faces. That’s where the show was, the way their lips moved, furrowed brows, watery eyes maybe. They wouldn’t look at who they were talking too, or they were fully locked into them. Glorious and beautiful, and for the most part done completely unconscious, and natural. You could hear the camera of my eyes clicking away, chk-zz, chk-zz, chk-zz.