Apr 5, 2010
I have not done a drawing on the street in a very long time. This one I did the day before Easter. It was the first real warm sunny day. Of course I broke the cardinal sin. I'm Irish and didn't put on a hat or suntan lotion. I was toast. It was a long winter and one forgets about the sun. This is a nice little drawing but it came at a cost. I was in pain for three days. People probably think I'm in the tea party because I am white and have a red neck. Once again I found myself drawing in Chinatown. I sat out of people's way on a corner next to a garbage can. For some reason everyone crossing the street had to veer away from a tiny puddle. You could take one of two directions. The first was to veer away from me where there was 100 feet of walking room. OR. two, veer right into me where there was 2 inches of room. Every person chose to veer into me. Each time kicking or pushing my arm as I tried to sketch. I must have magnetic powers. It was the usual show with people stopping (after they crashed into me) and staring at me. They and their kids standing inches from my drawing. I miss the warm weather and drawing on the streets. It's good to be back but I must buy some lotion.