I Illustrated The Street Vendors From My Childhood

Some days ago a voice woke me up; it was a street vendor calling - "scrap, I’m collecting the scrap!". Suddenly I remembered all the shouts I used to hear every single morning while growing up in old Tbilisi. Then the sounds gradually decreased and softly disappeared. They used to awaken and resurrect the city every day.

So, I have decided to draw those characters in a new, more stylish way and bring back the memories connected to them.

He used to come to our door almost every day and offer us some fresh fruits and vegetables.

The most common street vendor that you would see in streets.

Children's favorite street vendor.

This woman had a voice that you would never be able to forget and would hear from 100 miles away:)

He would collect only cast iron radiators.

The memory of this man is very vague.