Don Tito had a kiosk a couple of blocks from my house, where I saw him sell newspapers for years… one day I approached him and asked if I could take a photo of him pointing at the camera in my hand, “I’m a painter,” I told him, and he raised his hands high as he said “of course” and gathered momentum to get up from his beach chair parked on the sidewalk.
I didn’t paint anything around him, I just wanted to paint him.
When I had finished the painting, I found a note outside the kiosk, saying they had closed for mourning, along with some flowers placed on the ground. This was before COVID.
I have passed by the place again and sometimes I find an elderly lady attending the place.
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