Recently I was walking near Japan Town with my friend Push. We were on our way to eat when we stumbled across this shrouded figure just settling in for sleep. I immediately got an eerie feeling in my stomach. The way the person was sitting up in the intense lighting, it gave off a dark extraterrestrial/grim reaper-like vibe.
To my luck Push had his camera and I got excellent photographic reference for an oil painting.
I sometimes feel a little guilty taking photos of people who are down and out, but as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I think that it’s the stories of our adaptation to circumstances that I find so fascinating and I want to highlight the beauty that I see within them.
Here the mysterious figure has his light provided by the infrastructure of the city, yet the soul and the physical body are left to fend for themselves, alone, collecting items to feel any small comfort. The hooded figure radiates suffering, yet through his shroud he glares directly into the viewer, imposing his darkness through guilt. “Last Stop”
-SABERONE
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