Ghosts 'N' Stuff

Last night I sat on a stoop in Chinatown after a 4-hour bike ride that stretched from Queens-Brooklyn-Manhattan and I sat there with a container of noodles in broth and my sketch pad. I began putting to paper what first came to mind: "I'm sorry". Funny how such small, powerful phrases enter into your mind every now and then, bringing with them haunting memories of regrets and woes. So I decided to draw a small memorial for my fleeting thought and this is what came out. After 15 minutes I began to have a small (and elderly) following watching me as I drew. Unfortunately I couldn't tell if they liked it or not. No one could speak English....oof.