a visage of myself walking on the sunny side of the street, sipping the mexican soda on which i spent my last dollar.
the middle-eastern carpenters next to the office cooking hotdogs on a rusty old grill. presumably they were all beef.
Showing posts with label walk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label walk. Show all posts
22.1.10
Picture Repost!
I didnt leave the office last night so I dont have anything to report from my walk. Here are a couple pictures to ease the pain.
You can see the original here: december something
You can see the original post here: January Something
You can see the original here: december something
You can see the original post here: January Something
21.1.10
january twentyone- i saw on my walk to work today:
Two shirtless young men smoking through the bars in their window.
A doll faced girl texting through traffic.
Two cops, one fat one with a tiny hat and one skinny one with a giant hat.
A doll faced girl texting through traffic.
Two cops, one fat one with a tiny hat and one skinny one with a giant hat.
20.1.10
Picture Repost!
You can read the original post here: January fourteenth or something.
You can see the original post here: January Fifteenth
Picture Repost! 01-08
you can see the original text here: January Eighth
I'm going to try to create paintings and drawings and other crap based on my memory of the things i see. I wont post them the same day because: 1. I'm get too absorbed in the drawings and end up spending way too much time on them. 2. They rarely represent anything close to the actual imagery. 3. I dont want my crude mashings to interfere with the reader's imagination. Ya dig?
If you have a specific day you'd like to see illustrated I would be happy to hear suggestions. Otherwise it will just be my favorites and the ones that are easy to draw.
january twenty: i saw on my walk to work today
a stretch of sidewalk with sea shells mixed into the concrete.
a man with a southern accent and NY plates pacing out the distance between his bumper and a dried up hydrant (13 steps)
a man with a southern accent and NY plates pacing out the distance between his bumper and a dried up hydrant (13 steps)
19.1.10
18.1.10
january eighteenthuh: I saw on my walk to work today:
an old lady cackling by herself in the back seat of a volvo, two very empty schools and a cross-eyed kid bouncing a ball off the wall.
17.1.10
january seventeenth, I saw on my walk to work today
a pair of cars waiting at a stoplight playing the exact same song: Seal, Kiss From a Rose.
15.1.10
13.1.10
january thirteenth
a man eating pickled peppers with a toothpick. he seemed not to notice the the brine dribbling down his chin and onto his shirt.
11.1.10
january eleventh
a catholic school teacher who giggled as she ordered catfish with lots of rice and a little red beans at the bodega.
8.1.10
january eighth
one of those awesome truck drivers that you haven't seen since the 80's. He had a bloated pink face framed by a silver beard and matching mane. His name is probably Dennis and he is just as enthusiastic about Jesus as he is about crystal meth and kiddy porn.
7.1.10
january sixth
an abundance of men with half-smiles, walking small dogs with full smiles.
a wet-eyed hood with extraordinarily shiny purple-red lips.
a wet-eyed hood with extraordinarily shiny purple-red lips.
5.1.10
january fiff
a woman pushing cart full of churros haphazardly covered in plastic wrap. the wind blew and the plastic flew off, sending a puff of cinnamon and sugar into the breeze. for a brief moment they shined better than any cereal commercial then the woman plucked the plastic from the air and laid it back atop the tray, never moving her eyes from the sidewalk in front of her.
4.1.10
monday number one of twenty ten.
a wind-beaten garbage heap in the playground, a short man in a jacket so puffy it made his arms stick out like he was saying "i dont know" and a fat guy wearing just a sweatshirt. god bless you fat guy. also there wasn't one goddamn flying car, hover board, lazer beam, sex bot or cellphone embedded in my head
21.12.09
december fucking monday
a lot of bla and melting snow. mondays suck hard when you should be somewhere else.
19.12.09
december nineteeny
the harsh streets of the north brooklyn industrial district, tempered briefly by new snow and the usual unpopulated weekend.
18.12.09
december friday
A middle-aged woman on the steps of a castle doing a rather involved dance routine the synced perfectly with the Tribe song I was listening to.
A solitary child standing perfectly still in the middle of one of NYC's versions of a playground (a square of asphalt inside a cage).
"That quirky girl" who wears seven bright colors, all kinds of crap in the bush of red hair that rules her head, a short skirt with insane leggings and neon sneakers. She spilled coffee in front of me and for a moment I could see her trying to devise a way to pick it up again. She didnt.
A solitary child standing perfectly still in the middle of one of NYC's versions of a playground (a square of asphalt inside a cage).
"That quirky girl" who wears seven bright colors, all kinds of crap in the bush of red hair that rules her head, a short skirt with insane leggings and neon sneakers. She spilled coffee in front of me and for a moment I could see her trying to devise a way to pick it up again. She didnt.
17.12.09
december sixteen
not a single freakish monstrosity of a human, no perplexing garbage, no lunatics, no sinister youths, and no rambling old women. Just the practical folks of new york one would expect to see on one's commute, bundled like children in all manner of snow gear. is that ice in the east river?
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