Being a somewhat nocturnal creature, I tend to spend a lot of my time wandering the streets of various cities at night. The ubiquitous yellow glow of street lights has always fascinated me, as it tends to give nighttime a certain mystery and surreality. Colors take on strange and muddied hues, and everything just seems grittier under such illumination. Or maybe its just me. Such thoughts first occurred to me whilst wandering in an area that suddenly transitioned from yellow lamps to blueish white, bringing to light the significant effect illumination has on the perceived character of the environment. Aside from that, my memories of wandering the streets at night are usually quite lonely ones, feeling quite isolated and marginalized by the surroundings. Just another insignificant speck lost amid a sea of similarly unspectacular particles. It has always interested me how such quantities of people can exist in such large concentrations, and yet find ways to create their own little worlds that ignore all but the most persistent of their neighbors. Cars have always been quite tricky for me to draw. While I have naturally seen many in my day, the exact proportions and angles involved are more challenging to conjure up from memory than those of a human face. Or so it seems. It is amazing how something I spend so much time in, and staring at while stuck in traffic or walking down the street, can still be so hazy when I try to flesh it out on canvas or paper.