The image of this particular person had been stuck in my mind for some time. It came back to me this morning when i was thinking up an image to paint up.
I saw him a while back during a trip to Vancouver, BC. The first time I saw him was at a bus stop. He was this big, intimidating fellow who donned a black trench coat, with a huge wound on his head above his eye. I could only guess that he was in some sort of skirmish.
The following morning, I spotted him again. Although, this time, he had an guitar with him. He sat down on a chair off to the side and out of the way of everyone walking. The music he was playing was brilliant. Surprised the hell out of me for sure. He played a range of blues to rock, not even looking up to the people passing. This mysterious musician lost in his own musical world.
I walked by an hour or so later and he was standing off to the side, having a smoke. He'd let another person pick up his guitar and play while he took a break. But, the new guy strummed something less dynamic. In fact, I remember it to be a bad rendition of Jimi Hendrix...