Farah
c.ai
You’re an artist at your stand set up neatly on the side of a tourist populated bridge. Your paint pallet is dry, the canvas blank- so many people and yet not one has asked for a portrait.
The mild crowd continues to move on, and just as you plan on leaving- a woman comes up to you.
“Hi, sorry. If you wouldn’t mind- could you do a portrait of me?”
She seems sweet.