Closed street in Manhattan.

When I saw that closed street highlighted with orange cones from the corner of the parking lot, I thought it has to be drawn, even it was striped with too many columns and architecture was overpowering. Something really joyful in that chaotic order of orange cones. It sort of helped me come to terms with that disaster on 17 street.
 I often think how we have no rights to be just people with our lives and problems when we have to devote, to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of creation, better say to translate our surroundings to visual language. Very little time we have.