Dwayne

As I was sitting on the curb making a watercolor of the Belleview Ave. house, a gangly man in his fifties approached me. The lines in his face gave him a haggard look. “You an artist?” He said. “I paint acrylics. Railroad, landscapes, the big houses on San Juan Ave.”

He said his name was Dwayne. “Disability doesn’t pay enough for gas, so I walk everywhere. Except the days when I can’t get out of bed. Bad back.”

I asked for his photo and made this portrait later.

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