When I go draw with my friends, we end up taking long subway rides to get to far away museums, botanical gardens, or groovy neighborhoods. I actually had the painfully obvious idea of drawing with my pals in my own neighborhood. It’s where we all meet anyway. This little bodega happens to be right next to the diner we get breakfast in. It’s as if I just saw it for the first time. Sometimes it’s hard to see what’s right in front of one’s own face. Now I look at my own neighborhood of 16 years, differently.
