HIS FACE

October 20, 2011,  Paul.  Paul stares up from the sidewalk.  Paul knows you are looking and that is ok.  He is mildly amused tonight because of everyone that is passing by, some noticing him, some not.  It is after all, just a sidewalk, and any portrait there is bound to be stepped on, marred, altered, diminished or maybe enhanced.  Here is a face of expectation for himself and maybe only hope for others.

WALKER FACE

February 8, 2011. I finished an early and strenuous day, filled with faces and forms and questions, and then passed this portrait. I imagine that the artist saw this gray shape, and like a sculptor, could see how to liberate the form within. Did she look at it and think that it was a shame the rest of us couldn't see it, or did she think that the face was longing to become visible? It was there and was brought out to life.

SEPTEMBER 11, 2009

September 11, 2009. Today I am reminded about my concern and worry about the men who ran the coffee carts around our office on 9/11. If I remember right, their carts were swept away in the confusion and horror. But Kasim came back, whole and smiling, when we returned to our offices in April 2002. He didn’t want to move forward to the window, but that’s ok. This is how I know him. He’s proud of his enterprise.