Travelling throughout the West Coast this summer, I noticed an increased number of Toddler giganti inhabiting popular tourist destinations and crowded national parks. They may be identified by their toddler-friendly clothing: baggy, over sized elastic-waist shorts; sport jerseys or colorful coordinating t-shirts emblazoned with Hardy-esque graphics; puffy, spherical, marshmallow-like shoes often worn with laces untied, and always topped off with a ball cap. Goatees are common, and they are often sun burnt and overheated.
Walking down bustling Market Street in San Francisco, I spotted this Toddler giganti in full-on tantrum mode. Apparently, he was upset because his wife wouldn't let him go into a toy store. "You have enough games at home," she snapped. He stomped dramatically, whining and muttering, "but I want tooo, I waaaaaaaaaant tooooo". She angrily paced ahead of him as he fell behind, gazing longingly into the candy-colored window of his broken dreams. I took artistic license and put a giant lollipop in his hand. And yes, the toy store he wanted to go into is a fantastic place. Poor guy.
Sitting on a park bench in Union Square, I was thrilled when he stopped right in front of me and held position long enough for me to get a quick sketch. His shoelaces were not only untied, they were laced up all wrong. A gift from the Universe, right there in front of me. Medium: graphite in sketchbook, digital color.