She wandered her way down the strip eagerly searching for a place to sit. Although 80 degrees in the blinding Las Vegas sun, she wore an oversized plush leopard print coat that had seen better days. As she hustled past and sat across from me, my nostrils were filled with the dusty aroma of cheap hairspray, stale booze, and even staler cigarette smoke. Clouds of dust swirled around her like Pigpen as she let out a sigh of relief to rest her weary feet. She sensed I was watching her, looked directly at me and said, "I wish they'd do something about this damn weather." Not missing a beat, I replied, "yeah, I wish they'd turn it down a notch or two." She nodded in agreement and began frantically looking for matches. I told her I liked her coat and she straightened up, ran her hand across her hair to smooth the strays, smiled broadly and said thank you. I could tell she loved that coat more than anything and it probably made her feel elegant - even in the desert heat. After a few second, she slumped again and after finding her matches, she struck several before finally lighting up and inhaling deeply. Medium: graphite on paper, digital color.
Gawd! Like lookin' into my fuuuuutuuuurree!
Well, 'cept for the smoking and cheap hairspray. But that coat is calling my name!
Posted by: Vern | January 15, 2010 at 06:45 AM
This one is really good !!!
Posted by: alicia | January 15, 2010 at 08:18 AM
I'm so there... already.
Posted by: Tipsy | January 17, 2010 at 09:19 PM
Those hands are really terrific!
Posted by: Bryan | January 15, 2013 at 11:17 AM