| Just like the many precious stones that appear like worthless rocks before being polished, every soul deserves a chance for development to shine. Unfortunately, society is not as kind in her treatment of the many precious souls in her bosom. She left some to fend for themselves for survival, while elevating others into heights of obscene decadence. This sitter is probably an urbanite, with his handphone housed in a pouch, with the means to communicate with those at home, far away at a touch of a button. This is probably the only luxury he possess as his weathered face and soiled shirt suggest a hard work life |
