I can walk okay now but, since I spent a few months unable to walk after breaking my leg, the soles of my feet seem to have become much less durable. Consequently it’s currently painful to walk again for me. I have a podiatrist appointment coming up so all will be fine but recent years have made me appreciate the act of walking, how much freedom it brings us and how much we who are lucky enough to be able to walk take it for granted. Here’s a few more of my quick sketches of people walking without a thought.
I recently read Factotum by Charles Bukowski and liked it so much I read Ham on Rye. It’s some of the most powerful writing I’ve ever read. Not sure how I haven’t discovered Bukowski until now. I haven’t even started on his poetry yet. Born August 16, 1920 (all the best people are born on August 16) his writing was influenced by the ambience of his adopted home city of Los Angeles. He examines the ordinary lives of poor Americans, alcohol, relationships, and the drudgery of work. I love the vivid seediness and occasional, raw beauty of it. Bukowski died in 1994. This sketch I did of him is ink on paper.