“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”
The young male keenly eyed the approaching stranger as he remained perched against the wall on the street corner. In one swift movement he whips out a sharpened pencil and sketchbook and begins fiercely etching away on the paper. After a minute or so he tears out the page and hands it to the stranger just as they crossed his path. The sheet contained a hastily drawn yet good quality penciled portrait of the person.
The male flashed a wide grin “Kang, at your service.” he introduced with a tip of his hat before turning on a heel and taking off in the opposite direction.
