There were a lot of Tibetans selling groceries on the wheel. But this particular Tibetan woman was the happiest of all. I'd seen her interacting with customers and without, and she forever had that genuine pleasant happiness on her face. She made me want to buy her happy groceries.
The grocery part was done in watercolor, and the rest was pencil on March 5th, 2011.
This stranger kid came into my face while I was eating my breakfast. I had no clue what he wanted from me since he came so near to my face where I could only see him in headshot close of distance. Plus he confused me with his neat and clean wardrobe like a kid model just stepped out of a print shoot for Gap. His face was white and clean except a string of snot coming down his nose. I couldn't understand his non-stop mumbling for quite a while until I leaned back a bit with wonders, then I saw the whole picture.
The whole picture of how he's actually a beggar kid, moving his hands up and down signaling me to give him money while his filthy little fingers held a stack of bills that he could barely keep together. All the sudden I grew enormous sympathy towards a woman who's passing by trying to sell newspapers table by table. She only had one note in her hand...
