What is it like to watch people flow past you like a river? I wanted to ask him, many times but never had the courage to invade his privacy like that, as though just because he is homeless he'd talk to me about such things. He let me take this portrait though which i love; faces show so much. This is why I think aging is a beautiful process, rather than something we should fear or disguise. What is inside will show through - whatever you do.
Determined to expose the randomness; Its time for bed but I want to paint.
Should I be spontaneous and get free with making a mess (and go to work with suitcases beneath my otchkies, where yes I am a bureaucrat) or go rest and dream...
What do you do-o-o?