(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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