The Morning Paper

 

 

The Morning Paper was the hardest painting to name EVER. I asked a few friends for help but even together we couldn’t quite find a title that covered what I felt about this piece AND  left it open enough that any viewer could interpret it in their own way. I didn’t want this painting to be a negative comment on homelessness in Paris, though that is an issue for sure. While walking by, I was struck by the colors and lines that would compose this painting first. I then noticed this guy and thought there was something so comfortable and beautiful about him. He looked to content in this little space that he had carved out for himself. He was reading the morning paper and he looked just as content as any man reading his paper at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.


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