As we near the end of the Kansas City tour this week, I figured it would be good to stop at The City Market in the River Market district. It has a rich history dating back to 1857 when the City Market Square began as a site for market commerce, horse trading, political rallies, revivals, medicine shows and circuses. Today it’s a thriving farmer’s market with shops and restaurants.
This was a fast and loose sketch again that I sort of attacked with various colors. I didn’t limit the palette on this one but just grabbed for lots of different “fruit colors” and made a quick wash. Outside of the clearly marked Pineapples, and the noticeably banana shaped fruit, the orbs were kind of fair game for whatever fruit felt like appearing (including a rogue eggplant).
Since I actually grew up in the suburbs of Kansas CIty, the River Market was also the first place I lived that was officially in the city. I had a loft there while I was working for a company that made promotional postcards for real estate agents (which was as thrilling as it sounds).
I was so excited to live in the city and to find a reasonably-priced place that it never occurred to me that being single and alone would also make things a bit lonely. Not long after, I befriended the guy across the hall and since I would never remember to lock my door, he would often burst through it like Kramer from Seinfeld to visit. Something like this would horrify me now, but back then it was so comforting to know I wasn’t completely alone all the time.
It was equally ironic that I lived next to a Farmer’s market and yet didn’t know how to cook. I would end up eating prepared foods or whatever horrible cheap thing I could find on the run. Years later, I still can’t cook, but living with someone who can has at least given me an appreciation for whole foods.
Taking Philippe to the market, he was impressed by how cheaply we could get our food, but the crowds made the prospect of going on a regular basis less attractive. So I decided to draw the market like I wish it was. Imagining a woman walking alone through a lovely and quiet place. One where you could stroll unencumbered, among the various fruit colored objects until you find the perfect ones to take home. So somebody who loves you can do whatever it is one does with them.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in