Sunday, February 9, 2014
My subject was setting up to sell his drinks when I started painting. His space eventually became closed in as cars filled the open spaces before and after his cart. He ended up really pinched in between two cars which greatly reduced his visability. After he had his cups and drinks just right, he retired to a step in the shade up against a building, a good 10 feet away. I'm not a business man, but this method of selling doesn't seem effective. Of course, there is an inertia that overtakes one in the tropics. It was a warm, humid morning in Sayulita; just the kind that attracts you to cold drinks.