Little doodles of little people of Brighton Beach. Summer is gone but there are still warm days to torture you.
Olaf and Mandy are trapped. "It" blocked their way out. Even shadows got scared and hid in the darkness.The rain is crushing the city. Their is no escape.
These two came out of nowhere. Well, out of 2b and 3b pencils marks rather.
They said their names are Mandy and Olaf and they have been friends since childhood. One unfortunate day they got separated by a storm and it took them a lot of dangerous escapades and nearly a life time to find each other once again. Now that Mandy and Olaf have found their way back to one another, they decided to always hold hands, so that nothing can make pull them apart. Because it is a lonely and dangerous world out there and it is so much better to walk through life hand in hand with a friend.
And so they said their thank yous for listening to their story and their good byes and continued on walking, hand in hand. I wished them the best of luck. Because it is a dangerous and a lonely world out there.
Shadows also have dreams. Sometimes very colorful ones.
Sometimes the best way to deal with stressful situation is to escape into the world of gnomes.
Today I witnessed a rare phenomena on the N train- a young man with a chello sat next to a Russian woman and the two striked a conversation about music, notes, tonalities and difficulties of learning to play viola. For those who don't know the "normal" of the N train, let me fill you in. It is a mini China town where the fight for the seat is near a bloodshed battle. Here the Asian samurais will use the last of their strengths to push you out of the way and claim the coveted spot under the fluorescent light of the subway car. So to see someone to make room for the guy with his obnoxiously big instrument and talk to him about it, is more than unusual...and very rewarding. I didn't get a chance to sketch the two - I was busy listening but I got to capture another lovely couple who was absorbed by a iPad screen and each other.
Soon to be my again daily reality of subway morning misery.
So I listen to a lot of podcasts while I sketch. One of them is called the Moth. This podcast is composed of stories told by regular people. Some are funny, others are heart felt but all have something that you can relate to.
I knew that the event that this podcast spins off of takes place in various venues across the states and I decided to go see it life, next time it comes to NYC. The particular Moth I ended up going to was held at Bell House in Brooklyn and the theme of the night was Ambition.
After surviving a long line to get in, I and multiple Brooklynites of all ages and shapes packed in into the venue. A funny and a bit intimidating host explained that there are 10 stories to be told however there are 14 contenders who would like to pitch their tale and so a name will be drawn out of the bag which will determine who gets to come up on stage. Each storyteller has a 5 minute frame to tell their story and additional minute to wrap it up. There were 3 groups of judges- regular folks who submitted their condidacy and who would determine whose tale is the best at the end of the evening. As much as I love listening to the moth on the radio, nothing beats a life performance and I can't wait to go to the next one at the end of the month. I think this was the first time in 17 years living in NYC that I felt unity and over all sense of genuine friendliness at a public space. And out of places - in Brooklyn! It was great to be a part of such experience. And so here are some faces I was able to capture at the event.