The Man or The Artist?

   I have been intrigued by this face for over six years.  The original photo was taken in Paris, six years ago, while Til & I sat at a sidewalk cafe (in  an area known for its artist population) people watching. In his expression I sensed no malice nor joy; no agony nor ecstasy… only an intense concentration. I could never discover an object of his focus… perhaps it was inward. 

 

 

 

    

 

 

  THE MAN!

 

 

 

 

 

 

      THE ARTIST?