|March 25, 2011|
The young couple across from me last Friday were curious about what I was doing so I held up my notebook and showed them. They appeared favourably disposed :) I love when doing art is social! I'd never make it in a garret... Do you think what I do is guerilla art?
At the same time, the woman next to me kept up the most distracting body language. Elbow into my arm, leg pushing into mine. Eventually she settled down, but what is it with some people?
"Oh. My. I am so comfy here in my little spot, hmm hum, all-by-myself-just-wanna-be-all -- wait, no. The door's opening. Shit. More passengers. That chick is heading for my -- no, she's moving in -- she's SITTING next to me -- Oh no, her leg is touching me, why-eeee whyy me --"
Get a grip. This is the city, lady.
Hey, I didn't get any response to my pitch plea, so if you wanted to, but felt shy... now's your chance to tell an artist what to do!