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[Guest post by Michael Aceves in New York City] During my first years in The City I worked on the 82nd floor of the World Trade Centers, North Tower. In the morning I’d catch the A Train in Harlem at West 125th Street and ride it all the way down to Wall Street.

With each stop the cars would get more crowded, and by the time we reached Chambers Street and the doors slid open, people would spill out, like sardines from a can onto the platform, heading to the Towers, Wall Street and beyond.

Conversely, at the end of the day, if working late, I would reach the same train, sitting empty because it was the end of the line, just waiting for me to pick any seat, break out my sketchpad, and wait for the car to fill with new subjects.



Unlike my Vancouver SkyTrain drawings, the NYC subway sketches were all completed sitting down, often directly across from my subject. It was not uncommon for riders to acknowledge me as I drew them, with a nod or a smile. In all the years I rode the trains I was never confronted, discouraged or told not to draw by anyone. Then again, I typically avoided focusing on riders that appeared to be having a “bad day."

Although that’s not to say I didn't witness things on trains from time to time. One year I worked the night shift at NBC in Network Graphics on one of the first digital paint systems, the “Quantel Paintbox.” It was nearly 12 am on my way into work one night when I hopped onto a subway car that was practically empty except for one other rider . . . sitting at the opposite end.

Now generally speaking, in NYC you don’t want to be the only one walking down a street or riding a train late at night. Soon the doors closed, and the train started moving downtown, but because it was a local, it stopped at each station. As it pulled into the 96th street station, it held for several minutes with the doors closed.

Suddenly, with no announcements or warnings, the door next to me clanged open, and in stepped a NYPD swat officer, fully decked out in body armor holding what looked at the time to be a very large automatic rifle.

Standing over me and my sketchpad, he glanced up and down the full length of the now empty car . . . then stepped back out, disappearing as quickly as he had come. Soon the doors closed, and the train lurched forward. I read later that a shooting suspect had hopped the train that night in an attempt to escape the police.



I have since moved back to the sunny car culture of Southern California, leaving the roar of a southbound L only a distant memory. But I do plan to someday return to The City and once again ride the trains in search of new faces.

Michael Aceves, a previous guest post contributor, is a digital matte painter/concept artist based in Los Angeles working in Film/TV. These drawings were done from 1988-1996 while attending graduate school and living and working in The City.

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