Last night I was winding down before I turned in, and picked up a sketchpad and a ball point pen.I didn't have anything in mind, just started seeing where my mind would go.
I started with some people I had seen recently. Body shapes tend to stick with me.
I'm not sure why, but often I tend to draw at a 45 degree angle.
Anyway, as I got to the fellow on the far right, I started with his left hand in his pocket, but it was awkward looking. So I extended it... and to make it logical, I gave him something to do, like tossing a coin in an anonymous cup.
I was at the edge of the paper, so I couldn't see the person holding the cup. That part felt significant. The people we fail to see.
So I turned the page and started drawing more.
I've seen this guy before. Maybe it was in Atlanta, or Toronto. Maybe in D.C. or here in Nashville. I don't remember.
I forget. I often do.
Sometimes when I see him, I give him a buck. But mostly I don't.
I wish it didn't get easier to avoid eye contact.