Tuesday, March 2, 2010

A walk down the strip

Here are some of the things I saw, walking down Las Vegas Boulevard. 
Startlingly contrasting representations of the female form.  There were people on the street, handing out small cards which advertised various strip clubs.  Many of those cards were then tossed on the sidewalk and street.  I felt dirty every time I saw one.  I did sketches of the statue in front of the MGM Grand and the one in the fountain next to Paris.

 
Another bird on top of a building overlooking the strip.

The P.F. Chang's horse.  I did several sketches of it.  While engrossed in my drawings, a woman walked by and said, "oh, an artist!"  I laughed.
 
A self portrait times five.

The face of a homeless man.  He struck me in such a way that I cried as I walked away from him.  I gave him a dollar, and later wished I had given him more.  It was the most significant moment of my day.

Somehow, this walking exploration of the strip brought me face to face with both the contemptible and the sublime.  I discovered things I hadn't expected to find.  I felt like I was collecting ideas and information that are still being processed in my head.  I am pleasantly surprised to find how just by getting out of my small desert world, my mind has been stimulated. 

4 comments:

Desert Backroad Dweller said...

I love your reflections on Vegas. I envy that you were able to process your experience as you experienced things; I have trouble separating my emotional response to my surroundings from my intellectual response, if that makes any sense. I would like to be a better observer of life and it's insanity, and less gut-reaction responding to what is around me.

I find that when I'm traveling on my time it's easier...when I'm working and have places to be it's easy to let responsibility eclipse the small moments of beauty that happen all around you, if you just pay attention.

love...

(p.s. the word verification is ocksing...which is pig latin for socking...)

bigBANG studio said...

what a thoughtful post about the extremes of human condition that makes las vegas las vegas. it must be an interesting exercise to go and look at the peopling who are looking...to observe the observers. your whole trip seems worth it just for that experience.

the picture of the cigar and cigarette butts on the ground next to the escort cards is such a vivid snapshot of the strip.

Carla Sonheim said...

I love the self portrait times five the best!!

(But all the photos are GREAT!!)

ArtPropelled said...

I call these forays into the world, hunting expeditions. Hunting for inspiration, ideas, found objects, photographs, replenishment .... and so much more. I thoroughly enjoyed tagging along on your expedition.