Crustacean Fixation

I'm pretty sure that Rachel doesn't know about this blog, so am posting the latest painting I've been working on, which is going to be a birthday present. It's been kind of a fun one, and it's not quite done yet. Am still trying to figure out what to do about the shadow of the tail in the back, and cleaning up little details on the inside. All in all I'm pretty happy with it, though, which is unusual for me.

Newish Painting

This isn't really complete yet. I can't seem to get the colors right.

New Painting of Adella

I'm still working on this one. I can't seem to get it perfect; just layer upon layer of paint. (Photo is a little blurry.)

From New Orleans

Self-Portrait

The resolution isn't great on this. Am trying to experiment with new styles.

One Approach

Some of the Paintings I've Been Working On

Accident (2)

Coming home from a night of bowling and BBQ in Harlem, Roberto was getting out of the taxicab in Kips Bay and the taxi ran over his ankle, and then wouldn't back up for several long moments. Calvin and I were in the cab, unable to affect the situation. Now Roberto is in the emergency room. Unexpected end to the night.

Pics

Accident

Left the apartment at 9:00 this morning, en route to a few coffee shops in search of WiFi and iced latte, I saw a woman get hit by an SUV. I saw it happen from behind, so there was only the zoom around the corner and then the scream. I didn't see the actual impact.

There were a lot of us standing there, right on the edge of Union Square Park, and I saw the woman pick herself up from in front of the car, in tears, banging on the driver's side window. I couldn't see the driver. Everyone was yelling to get the plates, and everyone was memorizing them when it started to drive away. I followed with my camera, but only got the picture above.

The woman was sobbing and there was a crowd of people now, and people yelled at the car as it zoomed down to Broadway, fleeing the scene. Cops came into the crowd with notebooks open, and though my picture was useless there were about five people who repeated the license numbers in order. Someone bought the woman a bottle of water; she didn't seem to be hurt, though she had a scratch on her arm. The policemen wanted her to go to the hospital anyway, just to be sure. Someone mentioned that she might have a lawsuit, but she said she only cared that the driver was punished. Her face was all fear.

After a while I walked away. There were plenty of witnesses, and I didn't seem to be the most helpful of them, just standing around. Everyone wanted to be of consolation, but only a few really pushy people got in there with their unknown arms around her shoulders.

The rest of the day I crossed intersections slowly.