I was at a festival this summer, wandering around, camera in hand, when I came across this little scene. A street artist was drawing caricatures, and this little boy, having already seen his own paper evolution, was watching as the artist began to render his mom (seated off-camera to the right).
I love the respectful fascination here. Hands behind his back, leaning slightly forward, as the artist prepares. There’s a little twitch of happiness in the boy’s face – a flicker of ego, perhaps, but certainly a kind of contentment. It’s a novel experience, watching yourself unfold like this. Like looking in a wrinkly mirror.
It was a nice little human moment.
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