Sep 11, 2013
Manhattan is not known for its water fountains. They are few and far between. I'm not sure I would even drink out of one. Near my office in Tribeca, there happens to be a fountain, and a strange looking one at that. My intent was to draw the entire fountain but I misjudged and ended up cropping it off. I liked the composition better anyway. As I sat there, tons of people kept coming up to me to ask for directions. There was a lot of other folks sitting around doing nothing. They could have asked any of them for directions instead of me because I was the only one who was busy. Maybe for some reason, my sketchbook lent me a kind of credibility. Because I was drawing, somehow I became the direction authority. A young girl sat next to me and started to chat. She said she'd left art school and wasn't going to pursue her dream of a career in art. Now she was studying computer engineering. Drawing was something she loved but stopped doing it. I told her that her job did not have to define who she was. She can still have art be a major part of her life even if she worked in a bank or a bakery. Nothing would stop me from doing the amount of artwork that I do, no matter what. This simple bit of advice seemed to stun her. She told me she was going to retake her sketchbooks with her wherever she goes now. I told her to throw away her pencil and just work with a pen. Also not to over think things. Just draw the first stupid thing you see. Spend your time drawing and not thinking about what to draw. Look at me, I'm drawing dumb garbage cans and manhole covers. She laughed at that but understood my point. While most people were asking me directions to specific addresses. She was asking me for directions in her life. Luckily, she came to the right person.