Sketches on NY Subway with old Eberhard Faber Blackwing pencil. 8.5×6′ DKNY sketchbook. One young man, white collar, yelled across the subway car :”What are you drawing? Are you drawing me?” It sounded pretty aggressive. I smiled motherly and shook my head and showed him from the distance my sketchbook, this last page, that I drew that napping woman, not him. In reality I wanted to whack him on a head and bark to leave me alone, because people looked at me, but I kept weak smile on my face.