“Are you serious? You want to do a picture of me?”
“Man, you gotta be kidding. I ain’t no model.”
“Uh-uh, no way. Someone sees that and they tell my folks…”
Those were a few of the reactions Ryan received on Wednesday, his second day out looking for subjects for his drawings. He was asking permission from people, as he had the previous day. He figured he probably didn’t have to, but they were on the street for a reason. When he got the reaction he had from the teen, he honored it, even though the boy had a fantastic look, in Ryan’s opinion.
He stopped early in the afternoon, because he was due at work by four. Going back to Merrick’s house, he laid out the sketches and drawings of the faces he’d done on the long table. Then he went through them, eliminating some, making tentative decis
