Tuesday, June 15, 2010


(Painted in Midtown)

My brain is full of pain. My heart is full of love. My hands are full of dirt and my clothes are full of paint. How am I seen en route to my next creation? Most see me as just another New Yorker without a home. The upside of that is few try to hurt me. The downside is few try to help. On this day another without a home decided to help. He was my lookout and didn't even think of a handout because I looked just like him. No words today. Just a nod: a nod for the cops, a nod for building management, but a smile for completion. As I handed him my lunch, I returned the nod and the same smile for completion. (sold)

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