Many years ago I lived not far from a place where men worked the street. With some I chatted, I’m fond of extraordinary surviving life stories, especially in the western world where I live. Throughout the years I read books, accounts of a reality otherwise foreign to me. Moved by their life stories I started writing poems about these boys, drawing portraits for a small fee I paid the model. This statue is a one only piece dedicated to them.
50x70cm oil painting
50×70 oil painting
30x90cm oil painting
Looking back, I think I could have been more confident, more free with the pencil. Like I am now (I dont care what others will think, I draw, sometimes not even looking at the paper. That’s not drawing but doodling but it relaxes me, surprises me and it feels good. I wont share those though…)