This doodled Dood was sitting across from me in Trident Cafe in Boulder, CO. My partner and I are spending a week visiting family in town and decided to take a morning off from scorching hot hiking to just hang out and drink coffee. I had just finished "After Death" by Scott Snyder and Jeff Lemire and was inspired by Lemire's lines and water colors, so I tried to see this doodle through that lens. I finished him off with a few of the pens that my partner got me for my B-day; I like to think he would fit in among Snyder and Lemire's post-death world in some apocalyptic cafe.

Teurastamo is a nice area in Helsinki Kalasatama (also metro station name) filled with urban city culture, street food, bars and many happenings. Teurastamo means Buthcer and the area has formerly – from year 1933 – served as department of slaughterhouses. From year 2012 the area has offered a hang around place for the citizens. In summertime there is free happenings with live music. It is a real summer living room and backyard. There is a possibility to grill your own food, repair a bike and sauna for rent. Just to mention few things. This little fellow was seen in a starter happening of summer season. Hanging with his parents around the barrels. A true summer boy with his wild curly hair and bright coloured clothes. It starts to feel like summer, right!

A pretty teen getting her pic taken in the park, she had a cute dress on and I just glammed her up back in the studio...hand-drawn - pencil and gouache.

I ride buses and trains everyday. Because I have a low threshold of boredom, I draw strangers everyday. Sometimes, several strangers end up on the same page. I always start drawing with pens, add to the drawing with Caran D'Ache water soluble crayons, then sometimes, watercolor and gouache. And yes, I carry those things in the back pack with me.

Taking time to read: doodle of a lady sitting opposite reading on the train. Anecdote: I sneezed and she said 'bless you'.

A stranger I fall in love with! Well, we were strangers when we first met! It’s a story about a stranger who became a part of my life, or should I say became the reason of my existence? In one wintry morning I came across a boy in our library. Although the nature was pale & insipid but mine became radiant & endearing! I felt something in my heart for him; I didn't know if it was love or not, but it was something that I became attached to! The colors represent my indelible memory seeing him! This is my special tale with that unknown person who went on to redefine my life!

Cafe regular

i brought my sketchbook to weightlifting competition my daughter was competing in. i did a quick sketch of this guy bench pressing. My daughter dead lift 280 lbs. im very proud

Sketching while having tea. I sketched her because I love her blouse and I'm a bit fascinated at how she keeps looking at her phone.

This is a young girl who I saw in the hotel where I work at on Thursday evening (22.06). She is a random tourist. I've made the sketch in pencil first and then i redid it in Photoshop.

I kinda wanted to meet this fellow, so I showed him the sketch after I finished. He gave me his name, but darn it, I forgot what it is. I'll have to go back to the cafe and hopefully run into him again.

Taryn. Not exactly a stranger, in fact she later told me she was actually in a stinky mood. Still rivers run deep, I suppose.

A doodle done on my train commute into London.

page from a sketchbook dedicated to strangers that live on the streets

I sat behind this guy in France for 45 minutes and he never knew I was drawing him.

I was having yummy sourdough toast and coffee. I had my sketchbook with me. I was prompted to start sketching. I tried not to stare too hard. Hope the girl at the counter didn't find me too weird.

brick lane in london is a favourite spot to grab a whiskey coke and capture the unknowing hipsters flying by. Great bagels too. ;) tend to pick up one or two colours that stand out to me and leave the rest colourless...this guy had pretty awsome hair.

As I take a train to work every day, I always get fascinated by a diversity of people that come together for a brief moment of a train ride. Everyone is going to his/her own destination, but we are all riding the same train, metaphorically speaking ..

I drew a bunch of strangers while at jury duty last week at the Kings County Supreme Court in Brooklyn.

a guitar player waiting in front of the liquor store

This was on a train in Italy. I was afraid to look this person in the face, so drew all around him, everywhere but. I know that he knew I was drawing him..when we reached our station, I showed him as we got off. He said, "At least I'm not ugly!"

Quick sketch of a woman sleeping on the train in Genova, Italia. I was back home for some time and I went around the city sketching strangers...'cause that's what you do, isn't it? :D Anyway, the woman knew I was sketching her, just it seems she didn't care at all. Loved her shirt.

As an urban sketcher, I carry a sketchbook and pen with me all the time and often find myself drawing strangers in the subway. Choosing someone who will sit still long enough to capture a nice image is an art in itself. The sketches don't always turn out great, but I lucked out with this one : he was fully absorbed reading his book.

Drawn on the patio of the Purple Fiddle in Thomas, WV.