Somewhere I heard stealing is the sincerest form of flattery. So I’ve decided to steal a great idea from a fellow arteest, Sophie Blackall, who illustrates the missed connections New Yorkers post online. Blackall describes her project thusly: “Messages in bottles, smoke signals, letters written in the sand; the modern equivalents are the funny, sad, beautiful, hopeful, hopeless, poetic posts on Missed Connections websites. Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I’m trying to pin a few of them down.”
Inspired by Blackall, I’ve decided that Miami’s missed connections deserve similar treatment. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at playing Cupid with crayons. Here’s to not having to illustrate the made connections between me and Mrs. Blackall’s attorneys. Also, many thanks to all the Tweeps who suggested DVD titles to stock the Video Store shelves.
The text of the missed connections post that inspired this first drawing:
w4m 25 (S.W. Miami)
You had brown hair and blue jeans and followed me halfway around the store.
I was with a girlfriend on crutches. I had red hair and shorts and she’s a blonde.