I saw this homeless guy last winter on train. Because of his occupation no one wanted to sit next to him. I don't know why but the image struck me and I took a quick picture of him, thinking that hopefully one day I can use it for something.

This semester in one of my classes the professor gave us an assignment to do an oil painting featuring a figure in a state of deep emotion and immideatly thought of the guy on the C train. Looking closer at the photo I realized that he had a wedding band on his finger. I wondered what had happened to his wife., why he never pawned his ring, what is his story. The empty space next to him now was reminicent of a broken umbrella - a torn apart alone human being.

Sketch and idea approved, I am moving on the next round of a refined sketch and the painting.