I went to the postoffice to post a couple of drawings I had printed out.
One of them was this one. (Rape Rick).
The postoffice lady is a broken toothed (as far as I could tell she only had 3 upper front teeth), little Gujarati woman, who also hails from Bombay. (Andheri)
She looked at the print and said
“Oh is that a painting?”
“No no, it’s just a print.”
I nod in that indeterminate Indian way. No no, nod nod.
“Oh. Can I see it?”
I’m wary. I hold the drawing facing my chest. I suspect this little woman can’t handle my particular brand of in-your-face drawing.
I decide I’d better warn her.
“Well… this drawing is a bit offensive, you know. Are you sure you want to see it?”
“Yes, yes.”
She also nods in that indeterminate indian way.
I can tell she hasn’t really digested my warning.
Well, I did my best.
I show her the drawing, passing it through the counter window
She looks at it,
“Oh.”
she said.
There was no need to say more.
Here is a sketch book illustration, the figure turned out a bit dark.
Sketch Book – Gold Window
