What makes people stand on the streets for hours, play their heart out for a paltry few dollars, in the cacophony of tourist, shoppers, families, office goers, and many more oblivious pedestrians. And at the end of the day carry their huge load to hopefully a roof, or somewhere, they can recharge for another day. This is not just a portrait of an artist on the busy street corner, but the artist within all of us. We pour our heart out to our art, without expecting anything in return, like a mother giving birth is one of the most painful but blessed experience, we go through this every day. Art is the impression of our emotions, our hopes, our disappointments, our heart breaks, but we must go on to express it, we can't stop its birth, we cant get attached to it, we need to get through this labour every day, producing ever more and better. We are sometimes called selfish, sometimes attention deficit, absorbed in our own world and not worthy of making a living, by the rational world of people, who equates everything with money, position and status. Imagine a monochrome world of rational people with no colors of art? Would you like to live in it? . Go hug the artist within you today, they are the organic breed in this synthetic world.