Kite Flying
Ink on paper.
Illustration from page 226 of Don’s early autobiography Come One, Come All! (see General Books). Don writes:
“Until the time I met up with a boy named Nickey, children in the City had appeared to be merely grace notes scampering up and down the scales on the scores of sidewalks. … I had sketched them many times, swarming in the streets in the sweltering summer heat, enjoying a free dunking from an unplugged water hydrant. And in the wintertime, too. I had watched them sliding down the snow-covered hills of Central Park, snowballing and shouting. They went with the scene of the City like popcorn with the circus. They could be seen on all the neighboring rooftops flying kites and training pigeons. I saw them dancing for pennies around Broadway late at night, then scurrying off through the crowds and vanishing…”
