They’re Not Pets, Susan, says a stern father who has just shot a bumblebee, its wings sparkling in the evening sunlight; a lone office worker, less than an inch high, looks out over the river in his lunch break,
Dreaming of Packing it all In; and a tiny couple share a
Last Kiss against the soft neon lights of the city at midnight. Mixing sharp humour with a delicious edge of melancholy,
Little People in the City brings together the collected photographs of Slinkachu, a street-artist who for several years has been leaving little hand-painted people in the bustling city to fend for themselves, waiting to be discovered.
Oddly enough, even when you know they are just hand-painted figurines, you can’t help but feel that their plights convey something of our own fears about being lost and vulnerable in a big, bad city.
(Click on the images to see a larger view)
The book titled Little People in the City: The Street Art of Slinkachu with many more great miniture scenes can be bought from Amazon.