Around mid-day yesterday, I stopped inside my local starbucks to pump out a quick sketch before my visit with the fire department (I'll explain in a second). While there, I captured this old man on his laptop.
Out of three attempts, this one was my best; the others are way too shameful to post.
After the coffee shop, I darted over to Concord Fire Station No. 3. Earlier that morning I phoned the Fire Chief asking for permission to sketch and document some of their training. Absolutely thrilled with the idea, he asked if I would like to sketch his men taking a class on C.P.R. at around 2pm. I obliged.
Here are a few of the sketches that I did from the class.
While shooting the shit with some of the firefighters, I experienced insane deja vu. The atmosphere sort of reminded me of the infantry for several reasons (I'll only name three):
- All-male group
- Crude humor
- Dangerous occupation
I'm not a firefighter, but I felt at home. This is very important because I plan to follow and document future training evolutions and, as I start creating art, it's essential that I learn about these guys as I did with the wounded from the Joe Bonham Project.
The Fire Chief invited me to sketch and take pictures of their house burn training on the 21st. Can't wait.
Lastly, here are a few drawings that I rounded up from one of my sketchbooks that I had used in between classes during spring semester.