Featured Street artist at work...

Here's a photo of a street artist in Paris drawing this picture of my husband in 1983. Just so folks can see how these are done in case they haven't been to a city where this is common.

 

There are different kinds of "street artists".

I knew this man (Simon Sparrow) when I lived in Madison . . .
http://wvaaa.com/inductee/simon-sparrow-91

Would run into him while walking my kids around. They just loved him, and he thought they (and most all kids ) were the best things ever.
They would give him little bits of stuff they had found, and he would praise them like the stuff was gold.
A dear, sweet, man.

 

Hubby no longer has the beard, the mustache or the red hair - it's getting pretty white!

 

Very nice!

 

My husband also *had* (really, really) red hair . . . now what he has left is silver/white.

 

It looks pink in some light. LOL

 

Um...did Simon Sparrow borrow Dirk Bogarde's moniker from his role in "Doctor in the House?"

 

I highly doubt it.

 

I love this thread.
Actually, this is my retirement plan.
Terrible arthritis runs in my family... so... when I want to stop climbing ladders to do murals, I plan to sit in a nice sunny spot (wheelchair? no problem) and do portraits.
I started this post as a joke, but actually... it doesn't sound bad!

 

Old Montreal.....more artists that you can count!

 

Bev, that's a really nice sketch of your husband. Thanks for showing it.

Last I saw, New Orleans has only a handful of portrait artists left in Jackson Square but their work looked beautiful.

 

KOMOKWA "Old Montreal.....more artists that you can count!"

Same in Québec City.
La "Rue du Trésor", a quaint open-air gallery situated in a narrow alley of Québec City. When I lived in Québec, in the early 1970's.I spent many hours, in the alley, watching the artist.

 

Place Jacques-Cartier ....Montreal...

 

I've been there many times.

 

I haven't been to Montreal in decades. When I was growing up in NH, we used to go up to Canada because my mother was still in touch with relatives. After I left home after high school, I stopped going. All you needed back then was a drivers license. Now it's like a foreign country. Yeah, I know, it IS a foreign country. But if your family was all French Canadian, it seemed like home.

 

Used to be all I needed to drop in to NY State, or Vermont for an afternoon was a drivers license.....and Canadian cash......Now it's like a foreign country.....a " Scared of me , Foreign country !"

 

Hi,
I remember about 35 years ago I drove into Canada on a yard sale hunt. I must of bought 50 to 75 pieces. A saucer here a pot there etc. When I was coming home I stopped at the border. Two Canadian guards, looked at my old car filled with paper bags and newspaper and pieces of junk. The guards looked at about 8 or 10 articles and I saw one turn his finger in circles up to his head. I guess it was the universal symbols of "He is nuts". They let me go and I guess they were glad I was gone.
greg

 

You sure you don't want to reconsider that tale...?

 

DITTO!!!! Or at least....getting there!!!!

 

I envy your husbands....they got grey hair later on in life. I am already half grey